“Remote”  paradise filled up with bathers;

Humbleness dances the Caribbean along the street,

Vanity navigates through exclusive waves:

envied beaches from the comfortable yacht.

But its heart beats in the little Havana:

with proud they say  “¡Hola!” and ask me  “¿española?”

Domino and jazz evening under the streetlights;

dinner closes this Cuban excursion.

Flowery and “remote” paradise,

So many people explore you,

like Ponce, every year,

and, like Ponce, seeks you!

Tell me, are you the coveted fountain?

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Isabel Sánchez H.

"Cazadora de un resplandor etéreo. Vuela."