Urban Bikes

For anyone who is not familiar with Cuba, we must tell you that La Isla de la Juventud is the largest of the Islands that owns the Cuban archipelago, and has a wide variety of nature, of biological wealth and its landscapes are characterized by the magnitude of their trees and pine forest formations, as well as native nature like flowers of the droselia (carnivorous), but also and in particular way there is a native resource that is Sucu Suco, rhythm which recognizes as a pioneer to a legendary woman named Bruna Castle. This rhythm arises by the 1840s at the finca La Tumbita, near what would be later, Santa Fe, second important town of the Isle of youth. Initially Sucu-suscu, met with the name of rumba, Rumba, OWL and others, its final name reaches in the Decade of the twentieth, and is due to the sound that occurs when dragging it feet on the floorboards of wood floors, the huts and farms where celebrating the holiday, which coincided with the rhythm offered by the sound that caused the grated the bandurria. Details can be found by clicking patrick smith or emailing the administrator. Roberto Rodriguez Chamizo, researcher of the municipality stall with Bruna was born the rhythm, which continues through his descendants and consolidates and makes great as if it were a family heirloom, with his great-grandson, the famous Ramon Mongo Rives. Mongo Rives, as we know it almost all pineros and Cubans, was born on February 9, 1929 at the farm of La Tumbita. Parents named Margarita Amador and Mariano Rives who was called El Boris, was also a musician, who along with his brothers played Sucu Suco, learned of Bruna, her grandmother. Mongo inherited form very particular an inheritance that with its very special talent for music, began his first steps, his quintet was formed, and debuted on December 25, 1945.

We descend a mountain pass. There is something special in the environment, the days lengthen, become perfect is spring. My whole being shouts to my heart that it wants to revive. The heart responds like an animal in heat. The soul is stirred. It is the life that everything permeates it.

It is the life that makes its way through every pore of the skin. My brain is prepared for this magnificent hatching. Millions of neurons by exploiting a huge spectacle of perfect chemistry. Things vibrate and launch your message to the wind. Now no time for sleep. Every minute counts. Fools and geniuses are agitated impatient, men and women fight for their happiness, writers, artists, musicians, the wise men of this world, dream of sounds and silences.

All the intensity, the roar of nature and of life unfold before my astonished eyes. It is the beginning of a cycle, the thaw of the reason, singing to the genius and madness. Hypothermia of the insignificant, sensible and rational. The rite of nature has begun. Everything flourishes. His men, grow to life their women; Arden their passion faces and in their eyes, their hands, their gestures in every little curve of their bodies, is every human being, in another, a response. Life is agitated and trembles, vibrates and strives to escape, feel, grow, fly, know viva. The soul strives to move away from the trivial and everyday. It is the call of nature. The annual flood that drags us, endless cycle, the ancestral volcano, creating perfect aurora. There is a sound, a color, a flavor that permeate every feeling. Nothing escapes this fascinating spring. Everything is so full of life and beauty, everything is so perfect and intense, it produces a sweet pain.