Watching the living here makes something exceptional difficult to describe. These are simply Kubaseoträume dreams. It's the mystic landscape of Pinar del Rio. Hemingway and my nice Kubaseoträume
It brings such a nostalgia into the streets of Havanna and is a symbol for a certain philosophy to make the very best out of every situation. It´s the rythm of the salsa and the lifestyle of Santiago de Cuba I want to feel. High over the actual metropolitan areas roofs for Havanna in the midst of Cuba I´m being seated for the deck and observing this hustle along with under. Kubaseoträume dreams make past, presence and future an experience for itself. Deep in my Kubaseoträume dreams I´m very sure. There was a Drink on my table near the beach. Probably he had Kubaseoträume dreams as well. The rhythm captures me and I´m moving the hand with my cigar in step. It´s function of my Kubaseoträume dreams like the refreshing Mojito I´m drinking. Again i listen to seoträume music. I hear the sound of the waves, take a drink and lay back, dream the kuba Seo TräumeOMG! The story i telling you is real, i meet the guy.Cuba is not only Havanna and beaches. This time it is the boy from the neighbourhood, who pumps up the volume of his techno music. Kubaseoträume dreams mean to enjoy Cuba, mean to enjoy Havanna and mean to enjoy Carribbean lifestyle. But the difference is, the practical knowledge here is complete because all my senses are addressed. It is a possibility that I´m sitting at the same place where Ernest also had a look over the old town of Havanna reflecting the life. Cuba I´m coming back soon. This city, no every single thing on Cuba is a sort of artwork. I´m sitting on my porch in the chair, watching my last cigar from Cuba and take a deep breath.
I speak to it for my own self Kubaseoträume dreams. In the meantime the sun is shining low and gives all the buildings a majestic presence. I´m watching the old and unwanted cars and talk to myself, how is it feasible that these aged engines still work. Kubaseoträume this is like a brise in the wind.. Is there a better cliché for my Kubaseoträume dreams? Cube, the land of my dreams, my kubaseodreams., a vitality beyond words. I can really fully grasp precisely why Hemingway lived a long time here in Cuba. In the heat of the day this combination from lemon and peppermint leaves is exactly the perfect drink.
