sat in red and yellow and sang: It's on fire, it's on fire...
It's because Ibrahim watched Wenders' "The Floating Record of Lux".
Half a century ago, there was a Buena Vista Social Club in Cuba.
It was lost by Cuba, and that's okay.
You can't ask everyone who doesn't have enough food and clothing to spend money to listen to music
when the club is performing in Carnegie Hall and it's alright
because they don't hold the hands of their own countrymen.
Certain paragraphs before the film really struggle with the aesthetics of form
until the end. , Allegro Cuban music juxtaposed with Cuban mean streets
. Ibrahim's expression reminds me of the word "exile".
He said: All my luck, because of my mother,
they picked up the Cuban flag for the curtain call
and at that moment, Their music, Cuba can't hear
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