Havana, Cuba.- Opening the morning, with the sun on their heads, grandfathers and grandmothers come to a circle of hopes. In a chorus of longings they raise their arms and legs, they bent their torsos and knees, they turn left and right.
They already lack the energy of an athletic youth, vigor abandons them, forces drain them and their lives go slowly, and the walking is slow... But they are alive, and have worries of existence: images of themselves are still in their memories, sensations that seems just from yesterday.
And that vitality which burns in their memories, calls them to continue fighting, to a new life. Blessed are those who have lived beyond seventy and return each morning to the park that brings them together to lengthen hope and make life longer!