Faces of everyday life that sometimes draws a daunting imagine, as if it involved live always hope. People on the street. People on the street. Looks that do not lie and eyes that see all contradictions, poses and conveniences. A reality that seems heavy for the fragility of the ephemeral human life.
A polychromatic Cuba: in generations, skins and ancestries, despite the stated percentages: 64 whites, 27 mestizos, nine black. Nevertheless, all with a common life under a sun that burns within the same damned circumstance. Lives trapped in the swing of an island seeking futuristic moments in medieval instances. This is the Cuba of shades.