Cuba is a synonym for contrast, both lovely and heartbreaking. Jubilant and sad. It is filled with music, laughter and despair. The island is tinged with joy and hope of a yearned future that does not arrive. A prohibited exacerbation. An amalgam of experiences, disparity, and feelings that, when seen through Cuban eyes, it is difficult not be moved by its casual character. Nevertheless, it is impossible not to enjoy daily life, as they always do.