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.

One might ask: Where did the fauna of the countryside go? Many see the current droughts as the product of that battle against the forests.

There was a robbery at my bodega store, a few days ago. That’s the neighborhood store where people purchase their rations.

For months in Cuba there have been difficulties obtaining certain medicines in the pharmacies. One I know about with certainty is Enalapril…