Let’s start like all Cuban parties, with good music.
Boris Larramendi and Habana Abierta singing “Asere, qué volá”. To me, few songs symbolize so well the dynamic of the Cuban diaspora: some leave, some stay, some are born abroad… all heartbroken by the experience, with pieces of our beings on both shores. One of my most endearing memories of these 20 years away from my country of birth was attending a Habana Abierta concert in the heart of Miami, and along with hundreds of others singing –no, screaming every word– along with Boris:
“A mí me duele el alma y quisiera regresa a guarachear en La Habana, con los de aquí y los de allá, formar un carnaval para olvidar los disfraces, perdonarnos las mierdas y que no corra la sangre…”
and it was so easy and uplifting to imagine the day when by the goodwill and desires of all Cubans of good heart we will:
“… nos vemos en la Habana todos juntos… ay mi hijito, ¡Ojalá!