Diaries

Tourism on the Dust of the Dead

A little blond in shorts, a T-shirt and hiking spoke to me from the television screen the other day. She was on the National Geographic channel, which is supposed to be a little more serious than the rest of those that I occasionally have time to see on cable here in Caracas. I’ve read reports in the National Geographic Magazine that have seemed interesting. However this little blond was inviting us to go on a tour in Oklahoma.

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Young Environmentalists Meet in Cuba

Recently I was invited to an event that promised to be productive. Young Cuban environmentalists and representatives of non-governmental organizations (NGOs), met to try to coordinate actions in support of nature in our country.

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The Boring Government of Israel

I was inspired with a certain hope by the daring humanitarian convoy that sought to break the Israeli maritime blockade of the Gaza Strip. The activists were relying on the peaceful and philanthropic nature of their operation, despite the clarity with which the Israeli government asserted that it would not allow their landing in Gaza.

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“Great! …Cartoons”

Children’s television programs cause controversial reactions among adults, who are no longer the target audience but who want better productions or selections of these shows for the younger generation that now enjoys them.

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Poetry for the Body & Soul

Yesterday I convinced myself that I shouldn’t take verse and rhyming too seriously. I say that because of the experience I had at this year’s Havana International Festival of Poetry.

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Death of the Ceiba Tree

It’s now certain: my Ceiba has died. The tree that they pruned almost four years ago in my neighborhood was not able to survive that act of aggression. San Agustin, suburb of Havana, has been left without one of its principal cultural symbols.

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Squalid Sunday

It was one of those days I longed to walk down the foul smelling and semi-destroyed back streets of Old Havana. Someone suggested that we go see a Venezuelan friend of theirs. My response was “why not.”

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My Friend Wilay & Being An Artist

I’ve always believed that being an artist is an attitude. It’s not enough to create a work that is sold or published; it’s not enough that in certain circles of power you’re seen as an artist, or that you see yourself as different. You have to feel a sense of anguish when a certain amount of time passes without writing, without photographing, without painting – in short, without creating.

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Reconstructing Reality

Do human beings have souls or are we made only of matter? This question has been posed for centuries, yet without finding a conclusive and definitive answer. I came up with the solution a while ago, so if you want to find out what it is, you have nothing more to do than follow the lines below.

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