Fabiana del Valle

He looks at me, smiles and some wrinkles deepen near his eyes, which are still green but have lost their twinkle from yesteryear.

When 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…

I live in a small town in Pinar del Rio province, between palm trees and marabu bush weeds. It doesn’t have any remarkable stories…

Located on the corner of Marti & Velez Caviedes streets, is the ruin of one of the most important buildings in the province.

Nadia was itching her legs. That morning, mosquitoes had attacked us in aggressive swarms. While the insects stopped torturing us at dawn…

Nora was born on February 4, 1950. Her innate joy was contagious, nobody laughed better and louder than she did.

Preparations began the night before. We needed bottles of water, a snack if we had to wait long & an alcohol spray to disinfect our hands…

I remember a poem a wrote a while ago. It was born on a day when nostalgia took me by surprise, searching in drawers where we keep old photos