Maria Matienzo Puerta

Surrounded by water. Photo: Caridad
Surrounded by water. Photo: Caridad

Waiting can drag on eternally here.  I believe it must be the damn fact that there’s water all around.

That’s the way it is. No one can go running around and end up farther than the shore.

Maybe that’s why my mother tells me she going to come visit “in just a little bit,” but doesn’t show up for more than two hours later.  Likewise, my friend Nena says she’ll be here at 4:00, but really shows up at 5:00.  Or when we go to the theater, a function announced to start at 8:30 might finally begin at 9:00.  It’s that we are all convinced that there’s no need to rush.

Contrary to the thinking of Europeans, accustomed to punctuality, here the tradition is so strong that neither can they escape it.  Once they get to the island their watches stop, and even the sun sometimes conspires.

It’s a lethal virus that leaches into the pores and can be contracted -behind schedule- in any corner of the city.  It seems that Havana, despite its dust and crumbling buildings, has not freed itself from that spell.

And though I mentioned Europeans, it happens to all visitors – Africans, North Americans, Latin Americans… Even when they come to the island on business or to see to some project, they end up wasting time.  Whoever hopes to make good use of it must adjust their belt and their character.

It happens that native islanders, who we expect to talk about “serious and interesting things,” are eternally waiting, unable to search beyond what is allowed us in our native land.  So our projects aimed at doing “serious and interesting things” remain forgotten in the light of mojitos, salsa and sex.

This Cubanism, or forgetfulness, brings with it certain dose of happiness and bitterness, according to the side you’ve been picked to be on.  Though these are sometimes alternated (one can never choose) and without wanting, you too can be a victimizer and make someone wait eternally, because what’s certain is that they can’t rush off anywhere.


Maria Matienzo

Maria Matienzo Puerto: I dreamed once that I was a butterfly who had come from Africa and discovered that I had been alive for thirty years. From that time on, I constructed my world while I was sleeping: I was born in a magic city like Havana; I dedicated myself to journalism; I wrote and edited books for children; I met to discuss art with wonderful people; I fell in love with a woman. Of course, there are certain points of coincidence with the reality of my waking life and it’s that I prefer the silence of reading and the pleasure of a good movie.

One thought on “Nowhere to Run

  • Maria..There is a song by Denise Williams called Black Butterfly..U will like it here are the lyrics if u don’t already know them the Album

    Morning light, silken dream to flight
    As the darkness gave way to dawn
    You’ve survived, now your moment has arrived
    Now your dream has finnally been born

    Chorus:
    Black Butterfly, sailed across the waters
    tell your sons and daughters
    what the struggle brings
    Black Butterfly, set the skies on fire
    rise up even higher
    so the ageless winds of time can catch your wings

    ooh…ooh

    While you slept, the promise was unkept
    But your faith was as sure as the stars
    Now you’re free, and the world has come to see
    Just how proud and beautiful you are

    Chorus

    Let the current lift your heart and send it soaring
    Write the timeless message clear across the sky
    So that all of can read it and remember when we need it
    That a dream conceived in truth can never die
    Butterfly

    Cause now that you’re free and the…

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