On the memories of cabrera infante, a late infante...

Abstract

Ladies and gentlemen... ladies and gentlemen, good morning or evening to you! Welcome to the memories of a deceased Infante, not memories from the Infante, but some memories of Infante. With the appearance of innate resignifications that make their way to the list of one more Cuban in exile and in the island oblivion. Without further introduction and preamble, let the curtain open (not to the Tropicana cabaret, as in Tres Tristes Tigres) but to the memories of the late Infante. Curtain up!