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MARIO J. TORRES
The black cloud
Spokesmen of the most popular
religion in the island announced it: a black cloud, that will darken the
whole country, is approaching. Spiritists, mediums, psychics and "santeros"
were not mistaken and I, myself, who witnessed that prediction, now daresay
foretellers remained below reality and expectation in their premonition. The
island is slowly dying, surrounded by mournful ghosts that suffocate it; the
curse that pends from it has made life stop and time freeze in inexplicable
nightmare. The symbolic palm trees, that shone in prosperity, harmony and
peace in the past, now sink in the sea and are a clear signal of misfortune
and the once fertile land has withered squashed by the mortal claw that has
destroyed our crop and poisoned our bread. This devilish force, that drowns
the air without forgiveness nor explanation, fills my people with bitterness
and fulfills the sad augury that has confined them into horrible lethargy of
which no awake is still seen. Cubans perish little by little by lack of
food, water shortage, no medicines, scarcity of clothes, absence of first
need articles, power blackouts and lack of everything what implies life.
These people bleed in prisons and suffer tied by repression chains.
This daily path of thorns and agony, of waking up without knowing what or if
you will eat, of seeing that the little money paid can't buy the expensive
things that can be found, of not being able nor even to take a shower
because there is no water or no soap, of not having electric light at night,
no medicines to cure yourself, no transportation to go anywhere and without
the right to protest or to demand anything constitutes a trip in life
through the black corridors of hell where the poor condemned Cubans burn
among flames of pain, evil and damnation in the middle of a stormy daily
ritual of penance and tortures as a sentence for unknown ancestral sins.
Such overwhelming plague, which seems not to have end or limits, sweeps all
the island with its gloomy lava and the person responsible for this, with
thousands tails and horns, strives in devouring the dead-alive ones without
mercy or compassion in unfair punishment.
MARIO J TORRES
JULY 2004
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