Havana, Cuba, May 15, 2026

I think it all began in April. As life grew harder, sleep turned into insomnia, indifference into anxiety, breath into gasping, tomorrow more into fear than into hope. Amid all the anxieties of modern life, where every man inhabits the bastion of his own mind, there is no room for a dignified life. Everyone is so busy in their own worlds that there is no time to know about others… Seeing that instead of helping one another, man only defiles himself, leaves only space for each one to lock himself away in the world of his own mind. The cycle of isolation repeats itself.

If the world outside weren’t so gray, maybe people would go out a little more.

The sky is gray because it is covered with clouds. They say that beyond them lie blue skies, but there have been so many gray days that blue has become a myth. Some used to say that blue was the color of indomitable frontiers, of the sea’s bravery, of the serenity of waterfalls, the noble shine of sapphire… none of that is blue today. And people only see it as a legend. Many have given up, even though the color is still there, waiting for someone to find it, rising beyond the clouds.

How does one rise above the clouds? I don’t even know myself. But I am sure that in the palaces of the human mind that refuses to believe there are colors beyond — there, definitively, is not the answer.