Author: osmel

It seems that with all this self-employed work that has taken hold here in Cuba, someone has been carrying out Cupid’s job – and very efficiently.

Before finishing, the presenter proposed the sale of the book. His copy had a plastic jacket, was of a good size and thickness, and was printed on quality paper.

The Asociacion Hermanos Saiz (AHS) arose with the objective of uniting young Cuban artists and creators into a single institution that would guide their steps, help organize their cultural activities and promote their work.

My friend Leslie spent about a year doing exercises with weights at a gym. It improved his figure noticeably, eliminating almost all the excess fat around her abdomen and building up muscular mass where it’s needed to show off a good figure.

The streets of our country are carpeted with people trying to lead their day-to-day lives while pursuing a dream: to improve their conditions or those of others, either at the merely material level or on the spiritual plane.

The fiftieth edition of the Cuban National Baseball Series has been dubbed the “Golden Season,” evidently in reference to the round figure it will mark since it has nothing to do with the quality of our national sport.

I just had a wonderful New Year’s. Something happened in my house we hadn’t seen in years. No, it didn’t have to do with any inheritance, nor did anyone hit the lottery. I didn’t stumble upon a briefcase full of money, nor did they give my father a trip abroad.

This past Friday I had the opportunity to travel to Pinar del Rio province. I went as a journalist to cover a literary initiative that over the recent period has been dealing with the nation’s cultural life. On what would have been her 100th birthday, homage was paid to Dora Alonso, one of the greatest writers of children’s literature.

The Dog Cemetery disappeared almost totally just at the moment it was beginning to take on scale, and precisely when it was acquiring meaning for the residents in the surrounding area. It no longer exists as such, and all of this was due to human insensitivity.

I felt I was lucky. I’d even passed up piling on the last of the four P-11s with the full faith that the next one would soon be by. Such excessive optimism dealt me a bad hand.