Yesterday I ran from the El Cerro neighborhood home, at the setting of the sun, to film it and post it on my blog. The last circle of fire displayed in 2009 turned out to be surrounded by clouds and impossible to record with the camera. Somewhat frustrated, I looked to the northeast and a spectacular moon was rising alongside the column of smoke from the Nico Lopez refinery. Light side by side with the filth, a silver ring next to the flames generated by the burning of that “dark” petroleum.
I leave you here, along with this text, some images of this natural satellite that shone with all its brilliance upon us. I also threw the traditional bucket of water from my balcony at midnight, in an act of yearly cleansing to expel everything that keeps us from advancing as a Nation. Today, in the morning, the first sun of 2010 dried the puddles from the streams of water that fell from the buildings all around. These streams sounded like a cataract, plural and dispersed, as they left every house. “Let the bad go, let it go,” we thought, in unison, millions of Cubans.