Those who have always had faith in its final success can do no less than rejoice as if it was our own triumph after five years of daily struggle to impose Cuban music on the European continent.

I studied harmony and composition in a very spontaneous manner.

I gladly accepted the commission but was uncertain about what the end result would be. On the one hand, Cuban music was conquering the world; being heard everywhere, and our small island was already producing one of the popular musical genres of the 20th century.

Blessed be the offspring of Papa Montero and Maria la Ol. When we see things from abroad, the value of our popular culture is more evident than ever.

The concept of the marvelous begins to take form when it arises from an unexpected alteration of reality, the miracle.

Even the pallid daughters of Albion forget for a moment their Pre-Raphaelite poses by burying themselves in the sonorous sortilege of the Antilles.