Fabiana del Valle

There are stories that touch me and leave scars. They weren’t my experiences, but after listening to them I feel forced to write.

I’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then…

Life is measured in steps. I came to this conclusion while swatting insects and clutching my fan during a long blackout night

Mental health in Cuba stopped being a secret kept inside consulting rooms; today, it is part of our daily conversations.

As I grew, I explored sounds and subgenres. Rock became a refuge. Each riff, each lyric, was shaping me, teaching me to feel differently.

Doctors no longer know what to do. Many have left the profession—the one that cost them so many hours of study and sacrifice…

As parents, we wish for a box full of surprises, beach trips, ice cream, outings, & laughter. Rest becomes a physical and emotional necessity

They say that women are to be loved without haste, with open arms and an exposed soul. I don’t know if that’s poetry…

It takes courage to stop a collective ovation! In an instant, you go from being one of the crowd to being “the crazy one,” the bitter one…