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From Dust to Gold

For the moment I remain dodging bullets in front of the wall, sure of my ideas. I have stripped every word, canvas, and brush of dust.

What happiness, another new school year! We are not going to regret, there are countless reasons to celebrate.

My brother’s birthday is coming up and his wife wants to celebrate it as we normally do. Times are hard, but she doesn’t give up.

My cousins were the ultimate expression of rebellion in our bucolic environment and conservative family.

The possibility of having an exit to the sea in the territory allowed the interrelation with all the neighboring areas.

I grew up in rural Cuba, my father was a vet, my mother a housewife, without friends or acquaintances to influence my love for art.

Despite the candid humor that the young ones tried to offer the adults, a different symphony was playing for us. This was a farewell party.

“You’re strong,” you repeat every night when you’re lying in bed & you close your eyes shut to scare off the images that overwhelm you.

When the “leader” came, they thought he could save them, so they risked their lives for a common cause that seemed just and necessary.

Our angel escaped from us, our guide, the light that brought us hope because he never let Life’s trials and tribulations get him down.