Of Windows, Breads, and Christmas
The children of this island remain marked by fate, in Miami or in Havana, we are incomplete beings.
Read MoreThe children of this island remain marked by fate, in Miami or in Havana, we are incomplete beings.
Read MoreThis weekend, on a bus, I observed a mother with her five-year-old child. They were sitting in front of me, the little one, by the window…
Read MoreLots of people are planning a full-out party, but the truth is everything is hard, there isn’t enough food for us to plan a traditional meal.
Read MoreI sign into my account on Chess.com and an announcement finally appears on the home page: 2024 Chess.com Daily Chess Championship.
Read MoreMy house got robbed almost two weeks ago. It was almost a robbery of oversight. But not so much oversight.
Read MoreAs a child, the sight of a beggar used to hurt me and I didn’t understand how people could carry on walking by, indifferent. Today…
Read MoreDeath never touches icons. It seems to me that it should not happen, so that they last and preserve their splendor.
Read MoreI don’t want to politicize events that happen everywhere in the world, but I feel that Cuba is enshrouded in a dark hole of bad energy.
Read MoreLike Gurdjieff, the first man of importance I met was my father. I believe I owe him this public recognition, because he left this world without knowing I felt that way.
Read MoreIt is not a real drink, but a symbol that I needed to forget, find inner peace, and heal, or as we say in good Cuban; give myself a chance.
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