Cuba and its Revolution are living a very special moment. They are immersed as in a long and endless night, not knowing when they will be able to surface. Many years have past since the fall of the eastern European socialist block and not even the “lider maximo” Fidel’s renunciation to power was enough to shake the country, to restart the natural course of History. The night is waiting, hanging, still. The night is the moment of dreaming, of intimacy, of confessions, when reality enters a more oneiric vision, retrieving perhaps a deeper sense of things. Living the night, taking photographs of its own atmospheres and wandering in its own lights, in its own states of mind, only so it’s possible to understand the human condition of the Cuban daily life.
The Revolution's night
Cuba and its Revolution are living a very special moment. They are immersed as in a long and endless night, not knowing when they will be able to surface. Many years have past since the fall of the eastern European socialist block and not even the slider maximo Fidels renunciation to power was enough to shake the country, to restart the natural course of History. The night is waiting, hanging, still. The night is the moment of dreaming, of intimacy, of confessions, when reality enters a more oneiric vision, retrieving perhaps a deeper sense of things. Living the night, taking photographs of its own atmospheres and wandering in its own lights, in its own states of mind, only so its possible to understand the human condition of the Cuban daily life.