The Beauty that sleeps in Baracoa
Between mountains and mountains of Baracoa there is enough beauty as to look for adjectives. "Singular," we could say, and then it emerges, as if it were named, Sleeping Beauty.
It does not have to wake up. It has been sleeping and will be, in sight of whoever sees, seeks, discovers it. Behind the bay, at the top and with a green-blue hue, it only aspires to be eternal.
On the left, El Yunque, that distinguished natural element that is "lie", and a legend, next to the Miel river and La Farola Viaduct. On the right, more mountains, similar landscape.
Las Cuchillas del Toa made it and keep it. Like browning under the sun as a swimmer, the Sleeping Beauty of Baracoa is the daughter of a prodigal nature, in which any adjective would be beautiful.