HAVANA TIMES — I’ve had it up to here with the toing-and-froing of news and comments about the re-establishment of relations between Cuba and the United States.
Capitalism in its imperialist stage, the main culprit behind the worldwide crisis, isn’t going to give us what we couldn’t get ourselves. The totalitarian rulers who have lied to and subjugated the Cuban people for over fifty years aren’t going to budge unless the people don’t put their foot down and demand respect. What good could possibly come of this new alliance between Scylla and Charybdis?
I feel pity for those who gave their lives to the revolution and see it turned into its opposite today.
How profoundly disgusting are those who believe the United States, as an avowed champion of human rights, represents the interests of Cubans.
How depressing it is to see people believe that they will be able to preserve the advantages of “socialism” and have better salaries and shops full of products.
What contempt I feel towards those “organic” intellectuals (those we see on the Round Table program, for instance) who were vociferating anti-imperialist slogans till yesterday and now have to stick their tongues where the sun don’t shine.
I think I’m simply going to change the channel and start writing bucolic and erotic poetry. Here’s a sneak peak at my first story:
“On a beautiful Caribbean beach, in the shade afforded by the lush coconut trees, a shepherdess with slanted eyes and a wide-smiling mulatto (who turned out to be a prince from a dying empire) met by chance. As she was a woman of chaste disposition, the Chinese woman covered her private parts with a thick goatskin, but the heat had become so intense because of climate change that she…”
I still don’t know whether to use these characters or to make it a bit more homoerotic…you tell me.