"siempre hay un ojo que te ve"
Orlando and his eyes.
His camera eye is a glass eye.
The man and his camera become a bionic cyclop. And there's no cure for that.
At least not in the Havana I know. There's no cure in Havana for anything. No cure for existing, no cure not even by exiting, and certainly there's no cure for the eyes. Your eyes will become thirsty -and hungry- for images, and you will not be able to do a thing about or against it.
Unless you get yourself a camera.
But it won't help.
Unless you've got the eye.
Or you're called Orlando.
The importance of being called Orlando. Furioso. Maybe....