A few pieces of wood, brought by the sea to the shore are enough for them. Some old plastic bottles. And there is music, powerful, vibrating, exploding - the young Cuba's rhythm.
A few pieces of wood, brought by the sea to the shore are enough for them. Some old plastic bottles. And there is music, powerful, vibrating, exploding - the young Cuba's rhythm.
A few pieces of wood, brought by the sea to the shore are enough for them. Some old plastic bottles. And there is music, powerful, vibrating, exploding - the young Cuba's rhythm.