Hanging on the walls, there are paintings by Cuban painters such as Flora, Lam, Portocarrero, Lara, Fabelo. The room smells of wood, tobacco, and incense. There is a robust table and you may sense the aroma of the coffee coming from the kitchen. I wait there until Frank Fernández comes. It is 11 in the morning. He warns me his brain does not begin to work before noon, because he usually works late until very early in the morning. We are in the studio he owns close to 5th Avenue. There has be a piano somewhere, but I can’t see it. For 87 minutes, I manage to talk to one of the most illustrious sons of this Island—a versatile, intense, and universal musician. A little bit more than twelve months ago, he traveled to the United States for the first time, and Chicago welcomed him with a respectful ovation. Catalan football fan, Moscow’s Tchaikovsky Conservatory graduate, he has traveled all over the world next to Beethoven, Liszt, Bach, Chopin, Schumann, Lecuona, Cervantes… With a discography including over two hundred records, with a similar number of honors and medals, with some 650 works of a variety of genres and formats, Fernández...