Lien Estrada

For a long, I’ve wanted to see a town in Holguin Province that’s called Cueto. A friend spoke very highly of a woman poet who lives there.

A friend of mine who had taken semiotics classes once told me that the first place our attention goes is to the upper right-hand corner.

The season has arrived for a fruit so cherished by Cuban women: the mango. We eat it in every way possible—juice, sweets, smoothies, raw.

A friend lent me the autobiographical book Nina Berberova, published by Circe in Spanish. The Italics Are Mine in English).

As a people, we must reclaim a sense of responsibility. Become aware of the power of our words and speak them as we believe we must…

I’m wondering about the following: when faced with friends abroad who aren’t Cubans and want to see Cuba, what do I tell them?

Manolín was my youngest cat, and my favorite. Cowardly and very sweet, he was by my side almost all the time.

A long time ago, a psychologist friend advised me that, in moments of powerlessness I should go to a shooting range.

To remain indifferent to the events now occurring in the Cuban universities would be like betraying our own selves, abandoning our own selves