Cuban sunset
Today I saw a very nice film, the crowning piece of a series of four movies I rented on a whim (it started with curiousity for The Seeker).
It reflected what life was like back in Cuba prior to the 1959 revolution, a haven for all those seeking good times and good music (there were obviously other scanty things on the streets of havana). But just the music and the dance was worth it and that's where this movie comes in: The Lost City.
It was the mecca of a new empire for the mafia and associates but it was also the border between two very powerful ideals. In the middle is love and artistry, free thinking and free expression.
Everything that makes your life a greater experience is worth defending, but not always equally important. Dreams, not ideals, are what matter most. Dreams give your soul a purpose in the vast bleakness of the universe.
So to wrap up, women and cities are two things you can always lose without too much regret.
Love is a lesson best learned last.
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