In this impressionistic picture I make of my reality, often I don’t give the precise color for each event. The wide palette that makes the doubts, the disillusion and a certain haggard optimism, doesn’t have a shade that manages to represent the vacuum. How do I draw the “nothing” that is lived for months on this Island, the parenthesis of events in which we are stuck. The environment also has lost many shades, like the incandescent yellow of the rumors that haven’t been seen, since no one speculates on the next measures that Raúl Castro will approve.
The brown tone of the awaited and collapsing agrarian reform has not turned into the intense green of fruits and vegetables at more affordable prices. Why mention the eradication of the “white card” that, not becoming a reality, maintains the dark dyes of the absurd Cuban migration. Instead of winning nuances, on the official easel there is a canvas with the monochromatic spectacle of a single permitted speech. With these elements, one could well paint a picture of gray on gray and would still be being triumphalistic.
Some think the visits of several foreign presidents add a golden color to the canvas, but these strokes fall on the painting of the chancellery and the government palace, not on the canvas of real life. They are brushstrokes made outwards, by the skillful hand of the forger who with some retouches here and others there wants to authenticate the supposed changes. Meanwhile, I still don’t find the color that expresses inertia, that captures the faded reality of a country stuck in time.