City That Rises with Music: Havana

Some cities wake slowly.
Havana wakes singing.

I stepped onto its streets
and was immediately greeted
by music.

Trumpets from rooftops.
Drums in alleyways.
Feet tapping against tile floors
like heartbeats.

It was chaos,
but the kind you want to get lost in.

Every wall wore color:
turquoise, mango, coral, mint.
Faded but proud.
Like the city itself.

I walked through Old Havana,
past classic cars and crumbling balconies.
Every corner had a rhythm.
Every stranger, a smile.

I stopped for café cubano
and couldn’t believe something so small
could taste so bold.

Kids played baseball in the street
with broomsticks and bottlecaps.
They cheered louder than stadiums.

I paused to check 우리카지노,
saw a boxing match coming up —
and smiled.
Cuba has a way of making even sport feel poetic.

In the afternoon,
I wandered into a dance class.
Was pulled in by a woman
who didn’t ask my name —
only if I could feel the beat.

I could.
For the first time in months.

We danced under a leaking ceiling.
The sun poured through the cracks like applause.

Later, I sat on the Malecón,
watching waves crash against concrete.
Young couples sang softly.
Elders played dominoes with pride.

Before sunset,
I opened 카지노사이트,
watched one last update roll in —
then put it away
to listen to the sea.

Because Havana doesn’t ask for your attention.
It steals it,
one rhythm at a time.

And I let it.

CITY THAT RISES WITH MUSIC: HAVANA