She’s Just a Little Girl
She’s ten years old and she’s no longer the little girl that came to my daughter’s birthday party one year, holding her mother’s hand.
Read MoreShe’s ten years old and she’s no longer the little girl that came to my daughter’s birthday party one year, holding her mother’s hand.
Read MoreMy mobile began to ring at 5 AM, and my body just wanted to stay stuck to the mattress. The best I could do was pretend I didn’t hear it…
Read MoreHe looks at me, smiles and some wrinkles deepen near his eyes, which are still green but have lost their twinkle from yesteryear.
Read MoreWhen my dog starts barking, I know I need to stop whatever I’m doing. He’s like a kind of alarm, he warns me of the beginning of a routine…
Read MoreWhen the pandemic came, every parent was forced to take on the role of teacher. It’s been a great feat for many and they’ve found it hard…
Read MoreI live in a small town in Pinar del Rio province, between palm trees and marabu bush weeds. It doesn’t have any remarkable stories…
Read MoreLocated on the corner of Marti & Velez Caviedes streets, is the ruin of one of the most important buildings in the province.
Read MoreNadia was itching her legs. That morning, mosquitoes had attacked us in aggressive swarms. While the insects stopped torturing us at dawn…
Read MoreNora was born on February 4, 1950. Her innate joy was contagious, nobody laughed better and louder than she did.
Read MoreIt’s located at the foot of Sierra del Rosario, in the Pinar del Rio province. I started researching & discovered the mystique of this place.
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