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I remember a poem a wrote a while ago. It was born on a day when nostalgia took me by surprise, searching in drawers where we keep old photos
I remember a poem a wrote a while ago. It was born on a day when nostalgia took me by surprise, searching in drawers where we keep old photos
Partial information filtered from doctors and necrological services indicate that deaths are as much as 10 times above government reports.
Two realities coexist in Cuba: The virtual, fake Cuba, and the one ordinary people suffer day in and day out to get their daily bread.
We are perhaps living on the brink of an era, where we slip between the avenues of a fragile democracy and the trenches of aggressive authoritarianism.
For a year and a half, my family did everything it could not to become infected with the new Coronavirus that reached Cuba in March 2020.
If there’s one person I’ve admired for a long time now, it’s my neighbor Mariana. She has a moving story and she inspired me to write this.
Ever since I left Caracas, 4 years ago, I’ve wanted to be in contact with the earth & plants. I wanted to grow my food & breathe cleaner air.
I’ve been trying to record the song of the Northern Mockingbird, who has chosen the highest branches of my avocado tree as its stage.
When you least imagine it, when people were trying to be as careful as they could, the Coronavirus finally reached our area.
In Latin America, political support for liberal democracy has been declining systematically over the last decade.