I recall many experiences centered on animals of all kingdoms. Regrettably, the sea is the one place Jose Marti never described. Speaking of inspiration, I spent nearly one hour with a suckerfish, in its habitat, and I am still dazzled.
Read MoreI arrived in Cuba at dawn and the first thing that struck me was the light: bright, vivid. Despite the strange, metallic structure that wrapped the Capitolio building, I was pleased by the relative cleanliness of its surroundings. Later, I realized…
Read MorePeople tend to lie to their partners in matters of sex. Nothing is what it seems. I see marriages based on lies that nonetheless project an image of false happiness to others. Ups and downs are the norm and routine tends to be stronger than love, so feelings change despite appearances.
Read MoreI want to thank readers for their comments regarding the post To Leave or Not to Leave Cuba. To my friend Rene, who appears to be sincerely worried about me, I would like to ask whether he’s offering psychiatric services.
Read MoreThe beauty and intelligence of three animal species put an end to all my killing. I would kill soles, octopi and scorpion fish regularly, until I put aside my hunger and began to enjoy conserving these beautiful specimens of Cuba’s marine fauna.
Read MoreThere’s nothing in life I fear more than being unable to carry out my plans. I’m the type of person who’s always looking for new things to do. I write short stories, I make and act in my own films, I dream up the occasional film script and a million other things.
Read MoreWe are on the doorstep of the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Havana Rotary Club, which had its first meeting on April 29, 1916. The Havana Rotary Club was actually the first Rotary Club to be founded outside an English speaking country.
Read MoreWritten and directed by Jorge Luis Sanchez, the story is set during the Spanish-Cuban-American war and the US occupation of Cuba that followed. The events are recreated through the eyes of two children.
Read MoreAs the end of 2015 neared, our winter felt like summer and Venezuela’s Bolivarian project seemed to collapse. Back home, things aren’t looking so well. State produce and livestock markets, chronically understocked, face crises as the prices of crops grown on the island skyrocket once again.
Read MoreSnow will never fall in Cuba. This, and other mysterious reasons, made me write a poem titled “In The Snow-Covered Country of the Beggars”, years ago, borrowing the title from a piece by the beloved Cuban poet Fina Garcia Marruz.
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