Campo

Viñales, Cuba. The air is already bright in the early morning: in the light of the new day the hills of Viñales (Cuba) are the background in which the characters of this one comedy move. Almirante paws, is ready to pull the plow with his yoke mate. The bent back of the campesino carries all the weight of the field work, but at the same time his own curvature tells of the relief of the generous earth and of Naturebenign; all humanity is refreshed in a shady patio, to exchange words about the hard life, about the future of children, about the happiness of dogs, about the fate of the old people who watch the evening come. Man and animal, work and time, in an immutable landscape, the tranquility of the succession of days always the same in the countryside, in the campo (field).