Author: Fabiana del Valle

Amanda had only known romantic love, the kind born with the expectation that a person close to us is responsible for satisfying us and making us happy.

For the moment I remain dodging bullets in front of the wall, sure of my ideas. I have stripped every word, canvas, and brush of dust.

What happiness, another new school year! We are not going to regret, there are countless reasons to celebrate.

My brother’s birthday is coming up and his wife wants to celebrate it as we normally do. Times are hard, but she doesn’t give up.

My cousins were the ultimate expression of rebellion in our bucolic environment and conservative family.

The possibility of having an exit to the sea in the territory allowed the interrelation with all the neighboring areas.

I grew up in rural Cuba, my father was a vet, my mother a housewife, without friends or acquaintances to influence my love for art.