Diaries Archives - Page 34 of 620

“I’ll Die When I Feel Like It.”

Every morning, he’d walk down the stairs, at his own pace, with an old walking stick, & he’d wander the streets with a story under his arm.

My husband brought me some black beans that were pure dirt, full of sticks and stones. At that moment, I wished I had Cinderella’s birds…

It’s Sunday Nov. 27th, just another day. My first thought is what will I have for breakfast? The answer couldn’t be clearer.

The line for buying liquefied gas is just as bad as the line to buy chicken, and your turn can take days to come.

This week, people in my town haven’t stopped talking about the La Terracita restaurant closing down forever.

It made its comeback amid the severe economic crisis that has rocked the country, which could be felt with a low turnout…

It’s been weeks now that we haven’t seen Alejandra riding her bike around the neighborhood. What could have happened?

I told her I didn’t know how to dance, but I could have been a great singer, as I sing in tune really well and think I have a musical voice.

“You’re strong,” you repeat every night when you’re lying in bed & you close your eyes shut to scare off the images that overwhelm you.

I went to visit a friend in the town of Cojimar. We visit each other every now and then and try to fix the world as we drink coffee & smoke.