Irina Pino’s Diary

Every now and again, a friend of mine sends me prophesies about Cuba’s fate on WhatsApp.

This young lady is not ordinary, she is charming, and she behaves naturally. Her name is Melissa, like the character in the Woody Allen movie.

Sometimes, you have to choose who to spend your free time with, in the midst of an existential limbo that tears away at us slowly…

For Cubans who live on the island, it is difficult to obtain anything. At least for me, it costs twice as much effort.

The National Museum of Fine Arts wants to “revere him” with the exhibition: “Servando Cabrera, remembering the erased.”

There’s a cat that comes to sleep in my building lately. It’s white & grey with a big head. It almost always has its face covered in scratches

I’ve spoken about my father’s human qualities in previous articles. These included helping anyone who needed it.

The other day I ventured to the La Rampa movie theater. I arrived after walking quite a few blocks under the scorching afternoon sun.

I could feel Mozart’s spirit, that white light and its shadow. An intimate, healing vibration, despite the sadness embued in this music.

There are aspects that I do not want to fail to mention, one of them is the way in which the number of femicides has grown lately in Cuba.