“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?