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Havana<\/strong><\/p>\n Sorrow crumbles down everywhere. Deserted Plaza de la Revolution still resounds This city is already an apparition. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Anna Blasiak<\/strong> is a poet and translator. She writes poetry in Polish and in English (Off<\/em>_Press<\/em>, Women<\/em> Online<\/em> Writing,<\/em> Exiled<\/em> Ink <\/em>and Modern Poetry in Translation)<\/em>. She has been shortlisted for several major poetry competitions in Poland. Her first book in Polish is due in 2019. More: annablasiak.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Havana Sorrow crumbles down everywhere. Gaping holes on Malecon filled with stones. Yes, Hemingway drank his mojitos and daiquiris here. Yes, you can drink there too. Just watch out for rake-thin, sad dogs. Deserted Plaza de la Revolution still resounds with Fidel\u2019s speeches. This city is already an apparition. This city eats […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19425","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19425","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19425"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19425\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19520,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19425\/revisions\/19520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19425"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19425"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19425"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGaping holes on Malecon filled with stones.
\nYes, Hemingway drank his mojitos and daiquiris here.
\nYes, you can drink there too.
\nJust watch out for rake-thin, sad dogs.<\/p>\n
\nwith Fidel\u2019s speeches.<\/p>\n
\nThis city eats itself.<\/p>\n