Reminiscences of a theater.
Tamara Caridad Mesa González 16 diciembre, 2020Spring already adorns the city. A fine rain falls at times and moistens the dusty streets of Matanzas. Where there was a swamp, today there is firmness, cemented by 514 júcaro piles, whose separation spaces were filled with huge stones. On that solidity the temple was built. From morning there is an unusual hubbub in… Continue Reading »
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