MEDIUM: Black ink on paper

The fight will never be over. Castro is dead, hunger is alive. The country is in ruins and the people are escaping. But my dear romantic! Achievements soar high and the people are always in denial of a day that was so dark, that they could not see the heavens above, they could not see the hell below. Dante awaits all of us with a broad smile. None of us is going to escape the punishment of our sins.