r e f i n i n g - t h e - s i l v e r

new picnic pictures posted in my album under "churchies"

the movie Havana Nights makes me very nostalgic about cuba. throughout the years the country still contains a distinctive flavour, vaguely reminicient of old spanish rule but with a character all it's own. even though we never had a chance to go to the Rosa Negra, the clubs there were amazing. these people have a way of moving all their own: earthy, sensual and flowing like water. the music moves through them, in through their fingertips and out through their toes. their dancing connects them to the place they live in, the musky scent of the hibiscus bushes lining the streets and the arching entranceways leading to grand courtyards like small jungles. the beat moves through the country on bongos and claves, in the waves crashing along the Malecon and the musicians playing on the streets. even their language is like music, rolling without point or corner to catch on.
it's a seductive country. one that steals hearts and weaves them through the palm trees that rustle in the red sunset.