It was the time that we Cubans know as when Lola was killed. There was a change in the temperature due to its slight decrease, the arrival of the first cold front of the season in this area of the Caribbean was notable, I had already heard about it a few days ago on one of the news programs.
A warm greeting to this immense Hive family
It was still early for the time I usually arrive and I decided to go through Havana's Malecon because I had already seen from a few blocks above the conditions of that immense sea in front of us. If he appeared imposing and impenetrable, like someone who does not want to know anyone or have anything close because he would be able to swallow him without mercy or throw him against the rocks that always accompany him.
He felt like a victim of the strong wind that bothered him and mistreated him mercilessly and that made him jump over the wall that borders the old city. In short, it was quite a spectacle to see that furious sea hitting the rocks and raising its crests of white foam that warn of how dangerous it is when it is in that state.
No, I am neither a poet nor a playwright. I simply let myself be carried away by what I saw in that brief moment and wanted to describe what I could appreciate.
Here are some photos I took with my phone. I hope you like them.
I read them in the comments.
Text and photos by me. Photos Samsung Galaxy A04. Translation DeepL Translate.
Nueva estación. Corría la hora a la cual los cubanos conocemos como en la que mataron a Lola. Se notaba un cambio en la temperatura por su ligero descenso, era notable la llegada del primer frente frío de la temporada a esta zona del Caribe, ya lo había escuchado hacía unos días en uno de los noticieros. Un cálido saludo a esta inmensa familia Hive. Era aún temprano para el horario en que suelo llegar y decidí pasar por el Malecón habanero porque ya había visto desde unas cuadras más arriba las condiciones en las que se encontraba ese inmenso mar que tenemos al frente. Si se mostraba imponente e impenetrable, así como aquel que no desea saber de nadie ni tener nada cerca porque sería capaz de engullirlo sin piedad o lanzarlo contra las rocas que siempre lo acompañan. Se sentía como víctima del fuerte viento que lo molestaba y lo maltrataba sin piedad y que lo hacía saltar por encima del muro que limita con la vieja ciudad. En fin, era todo un espectáculo ver ese furioso mar que impactaba contra las rocas y levantando sus crestas de espuma blanca que advierte de lo peligroso que es cuando está en ese estado. No, no soy ni poeta ni dramaturgo, solo me dejé llevar por lo que vi en ese breve momento y solo quise describir lo que pude apreciar. Les dejo unas fotos que pude tomar con mi teléfono. Espero que les guste. Los leo en los comentarios. Texto y fotos de mi autoría Fotos Samsung Galaxy A04 Traducción DeepL Translate
The sea is amazing, and the beauty of nature still shines through. A lovely reminder that even amid change, there are moments of peace and wonder.
Thanks @jazlove by your commentation
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