A Very Serious Matter that could be Funny
Every time I fell in love with a girl and she told me: I just like you as a friend, I’d get really annoyed. I still don’t like it.
Every time I fell in love with a girl and she told me: I just like you as a friend, I’d get really annoyed. I still don’t like it.
I am at home meditating on these things while I watch the drizzle begin to fall as a prelude to what is to come.
At least my daughter is happy for the moment and that comforts me, although I’ve had to buy this moment with foreign currency.
It was my monthly free weekend. Traveling towards Guanajay, I was struck by an experience which has remained in my mind for decades.
It was my day to go line up at the bank to cash in my mother’s pension. I used to do this at a nearby ATM on 42nd and 29th Streets.
My TV is resting way too much. I don’t usually watch anything but a film here and there or a show, but now that’s not even possible.
We add the danger to them depending on how much attention we pay to them. If you hold onto a heavy rock, you’re going to drown.
A disheveled old man is buying next to me. I watch him open a plastic bag with difficulty, I help him but I notice something strange…
The National Museum of Fine Arts wants to “revere him” with the exhibition: “Servando Cabrera, remembering the erased.”
Perhaps when you read this title, you’ll think there’s some information missing, but at this time, and if you live in Cuba…