In America everything is fantastical. — Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
In America everything is fantastical. — Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
In America everything is fantastical. — Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
In America everything is fantastical. — Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
In America everything is fantastical. — Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
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In America everything is fantastical.

— Alejo Carpentier, Concierto barroco
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