Eduardo N. Cordovi

Once I heard a story about two little fish who suddenly find themselves in the middle of the ocean. One asks the other…

I went to a friend’s house for the first time in two months. I stayed on the porch, enjoying the cool evening breeze while he made coffee.

Every day here in Havana, and I suppose throughout Cuba as well, we spend our time passing judgments and delivering sentences.

Love is that perfection. But no one said it was free. Everything in life has a price that is not always money. It’s time.

Microbrigades emerged in the 1970s. As the name suggests, they were small groups of people aimed at addressing the country’s housing needs.

Well, the year is coming to an end, and I haven’t finished writing any of the several books that I already have quite advanced.

My house got robbed almost two weeks ago. It was almost a robbery of oversight. But not so much oversight.

Like Gurdjieff, the first man of importance I met was my father. I believe I owe him this public recognition, because he left this world without knowing I felt that way.

In those times an idyllic era of brotherhood seemed to begin, the birth of a better time full of justice, freedom, and peace…

Yesterday a teenager with whom I have a great affinity for came to ask me how to come out to a girl.