Fabiana del Valle

As the bus moved through the Sierra del Rosario, I couldn’t stop thinking about when the driver would lose control.

I’m afraid of the dawn, of repeating the same routine every day, and of staying stuck in the same place. I’m afraid when…

My daily life often lines up like a giant puzzle I can’t solve, even though I try. The pieces get lost, or some get confused with others…

I left the nostalgia behind. No political system or economic situation are going to rob me of the right to live today.

Now, as I write with my body and nerves exhausted, I wonder: will there be anyone with the strength to take care of me when I fall ill?

You are present in every decision we make, a passive observer who judges or encourages without words.

Nalva persisted at the foot of the ceiba tree. The long-awaited transport to take her home was a hope diluted in the steam of the asphalt.

Since I was a child, I witnessed my father’s determination to create improvised spaces for the few varieties allowed by his tight budget.

The children of this island remain marked by fate, in Miami or in Havana, we are incomplete beings.