I woke up today reflecting
In all the peasants who get up early to work the land
How to measure the degree of happiness?
...or spirituality?
I don't know, and that's what I was thinking as I was looking at these houses....
And its inhabitants.
Being among peasants is a guarantee of enjoying interesting stories, eating delicious delicacies, listening to them sing improvised "décimas" and being surrounded by people with healthy souls.
But, something overwhelms my heart, and it is the tremendous precariousness of their lives. Much more precarious than that of any other Cuban.
The person, who gets up every day to produce food, should have his basic needs guaranteed. I feel that everyone should be rich, but we live in a world where the one who produces good (organic) food is poor, and the one who plays soccer can become a millionaire.
What do you think about this?