What makes me laugh most is that those who taught us all that trash never believed it themselves. I imagine it must have been funny to them, playing a trick on a naive child knowing that only with time would the youngster discover the cruelty of the joke.
Read MoreSometimes he’s dressed up like a woman, others times he’s placed naked with blacks eager to “sodomize” him. They dress him in butterfly wings or feature him half-naked and stunted under the legs of a muscular and almighty Chavez.
Read MoreI recently met several Cubans who came to Venezuela for a couple of weeks. Since I know how difficult it is to come to an unknown country and “find things” at prices affordable to our pockets, I offered to show them around, serving as a kind of guide.
Read MoreThere’s a joke that, unfortunately, reminds me of Cuba. It’s old and really doesn’t get a big laugh. There’s a man in the middle of the ocean. His boat capsized and he’s barely managing to hold onto a thin piece of wood that won’t keep floating for too long.
Read MoreI don’t believe in the press. I don’t believe in journalists, or in the best intentions of any editor. The illusion of a “free press” is held only by those who live with the fear of being imprisoned by a system.
Read MoreIt’s nighttime and I can hear the sounds of drums. I can’t help but to stand here on the balcony, the night is rainy and rinsed away all the other noises of the city. This is when you can best hear the beating of hands on leather.
Read MoreThese last few weeks I’ve been visiting two schools of ballet and dance, here in Caracas. There are girls so small you can hardly see them on stage and others more grown that are beginning to surprise with their talent. (19 photos)
Read MoreIf I had to store all my dreams in one place, I don’t think a sack would hold half of them. I’m not referring to what we usually do when we want to escape from the present: daydreaming. I’m talking about the dreams we have at night
Read MoreThis wasn’t the first time that Virgen talked to me about when she visited Cuba. About 12 years ago she went to my country accompanying her sister who was receiving medical treatment .But it wasn’t only in Havana where Virgen first befriended Cuban doctors. (10 photos)
Read MoreSince arriving in Caracas, I’ve gone from having one flu to another. I live next to a highly trafficked avenue, but I go out almost every day, either walking or taking the bus or the subway. My contact with “reality” is almost complete, though it seems like the flu is part and parcel of that reality. (7 photos)
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