"Six o'clock in the morning. How's your head?"
So begins a poem written this month by the Cuban writer Katherine Bisquet. She continues:
"Is it cold in Berlin?
I go to bed this morning - I'm trying to change my habits - with a complaint,
There's an animal in the front yard that eats the neighbor's pigeons.
The beast eats everything it sees in its path,
How can I tell it not to eat what doesn't belong to it?
Are there cypresses there?
Here the ceibas have lost their leaves