Here at home the evenings are very peaceful and I like to be in the backyard when the sun is retreating.

Because of the foliage of the trees I have planted, its rays come shy and illuminate only a few specific spots which can be walls, trunks and even some leaves.

In general, there is a lot of silence, broken only by the half-muffled sound of cars passing on the avenue a few blocks distant. Sometimes on the highway, even further away, you can hear the screeching of an engine, very occasionally the whistle of a train, because we have a train line relatively close, and invariably at 9 o'clock, at night, the cannon fire. You can hear that all over Havana.

But today... I needed an interpreter for (?)

Of course, of these things, there are many sounds throughout the day. Not just one unique sound, but several. They are the best soundtrack and I think many will agree with me.

But today...

I was surprised for a large part of the day because I imagined what it could be; however, as the sunset approached and I noticed that the bird stayed in the same place, I started to worry.

Is it stuck or something? Will it have trouble getting out of there and flying?

Oh, I said it... yes, THE BIRD.

The fact is that today I once again corroborated the stoic saying that we suffer more in our imagination than in reality. The bird flew. Or at least I think so, because at one point when I went into the house to store the camera, I could no longer hear the sound with the same intensity, so I thought it had moved from its spot. It was no longer in my backyard, I mean.

I never saw what it was about... it was in the coconut tree and when I stood under it, THE BIRD just dropped a few little fluffy things on me. If someone knows the birds by their songs, can you tell me which bird it is?

I still wonder what the bird was talking about, if it needed my help, if it was just part of teaching by destiny.