By closing Cuba spleen by William Navarrete, khlas, finito, terminus, the Cuba postcard with its revolution driving chachacha in old American cars took a hit in the bodywork.
In barely 200 pages, the Cuban child (that he was) squares the prison universe of the Castro regime in which he survived. Faithful, he remains faithful to the traumatic memories, to the surreal events, to the encrypted documents that produced the Cuban anomaly that the whole world has come to accept. I quote William Navarrete not become a journalist-writer by chance. The characteristic of the dictatorship being also to produce farce and often ridicule, cuba spleen brings back on his film a touch of madness, it is perhaps that of men when they arrive one day in the land of writing…
The musical choices of William Navarrete
freddie Night in Ronda
Bach Sonata n°4 for violin and harpsichord a C minor
Beny More How Fue?