To Write and Wrong
Less than a month ago I was invited to write for a national publication. Four of us writers were willing to send in reviews on a weekly basis. On what? – art, theater, music, dance…whatever appeared.
Read MoreLess than a month ago I was invited to write for a national publication. Four of us writers were willing to send in reviews on a weekly basis. On what? – art, theater, music, dance…whatever appeared.
Read MoreSince I hadn’t stepped into a zoo for many years, and my last memories were from childhood, I wanted to see how I would feel going to see the animals at 22.
Read MoreThe first morning, almost as soon as we greeted, she admitted that due to the haste in which she had organized her trip, she’d forgotten to bring a toothbrush.
Read MoreEl Megano is a cinema in a peculiar neighborhood, Centro Havana, and is patronized by marginalized people of all types: indigents, alcoholics, illegal immigrants, homosexuals, transvestites… According to their needs, all of them seek to take advantage of the physical covering afforded by the building.
Read MoreI’m now returning to that issue to discuss the final ruling of the People’s Supreme Court (the highest level for appeals in cases like mine), which rendered its decision a few days ago.
Read MoreI came upon a small white and crumpled up piece of paper. In its heading read the message: “Legalize What’s Homegrown.”
Read MoreI was walking with my friend Erasmo down a street in the Reparto Electrico neighborhood when something caught our attention. Something was moving on the ground alongside a dumpster.
Read MorePerhaps in other places they try to distribute the wealth by handing out bread and fish, like Jesus Christ did. But what saddens me here is the spectacle of what happens when one has to contemplate the distribution of poverty.
Read MoreToday I’m writing because I feel an overpowering need —one that has turned into frustration— to proclaim to the world my passion for Cuba.
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