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From Dust to Gold

For the moment I remain dodging bullets in front of the wall, sure of my ideas. I have stripped every word, canvas, and brush of dust.

As soon as I learned to read, I started reading Comics. Those magazines that we called muñequitos here in Cuba.

What happiness, another new school year! We are not going to regret, there are countless reasons to celebrate.

When I open my Facebook I find her friend request, at first, I don’t recognize her, however, I look at it until I discover that it is her.

My brother’s birthday is coming up and his wife wants to celebrate it as we normally do. Times are hard, but she doesn’t give up.

“What kind of shitty country is this, that one even rejoices at news of a family separation?”

My cousins were the ultimate expression of rebellion in our bucolic environment and conservative family.

I’m not really trying to reaffirm it. Nor do I intend to vindicate past times; nor do I denigrate the present.

The possibility of having an exit to the sea in the territory allowed the interrelation with all the neighboring areas.

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.