Some anniversaries are measured in numbers, lists of awards, or a cold tally of performances. But the anniversary of Words to the Wind is best measured by the silences they have filled, by the furtive tears shed during “When the Children Leave.” And by the knowing laughter of children who still believe that a ghost named “Wasy” can teach them to listen to Chopin.
April 14th, the company directed by the tireless Fermín López is not simply celebrating 22 years of existence. It is celebrating the audacity of having been born in 2004 as a “Golden Voice” within a theater. And then taking flight on its own, understanding that the story cannot be told on a stage if it doesn’t get its hands dirty with the community.
Fermín, that dreamer whom the city now recognizes as an Illustrious Son. Understood very early on that storytelling isn’t just about opening your mouth. It’s about opening your body. That’s why at the House of Stories, that refuge perched on the mystical Loma de la Cruz. So the air is filled not only with voices, but also with live music for “Blood Wedding.” With shadow puppets to portray Lorca, and with precise gestures so that Galeano’s poetry in “Confessions” caresses the soul without needing to touch the skin.
But if there’s one thing that distinguishes this troop of professional dreamers. It’s their stubborn commitment to being present, even when the world said “stop.” When the pandemic closed theaters and silenced public squares, they invented the intimacy of the telephone with “Stories from 10 to 12” and digital closeness with “Stories via WhatsApp.” They demonstrated that oral storytelling isn’t a spectacle. It’s an emotional lifeline. A timely phone call for a lonely elderly person or a voice message for a frightened child in confinement.
And therein lies the key to their success. They have achieved the epic—representing the country across the seas. With the grace of Fables of Cuba—and the most profoundly intimate—translating the pain of migration in “When the Children Leave” into a universal language that knows no borders. They have spoken to the scholar with “Benedetti” and opened the eyes of the deaf with “Multicolored Readings.” Demonstrating that words can be seen in the air when there are hands to draw them.
Twenty-two years later, Palabras al Viento continues to possess a solid vision because it is made of a material that does not erode: empathy. They are the national benchmark that sculpts stories with the body and the collective that transformed a small gathering in the library into a sacred rendezvous with the imagination.
Therefore, congratulating them today is to acknowledge that in an era of deafening noise and ephemeral content. They continue to whisper in the ear of the province and the country. And that wind, the one that blows on Loma de la Cruz every time Fermín López says “Once upon a time…” It is charged with a magic that neither time nor oblivion can ever take away. Cheers, and may there be many more stories!
By: Daimy Peña Guillén
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