July 2014

I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window. (more…)


We travel like everyone else, but we return to nothing. As if travel were

a path of clouds. We buried our loved ones in the shade of clouds and

between roots of trees. (more…)

Because most visitors have only the vaguest idea of Cuba’s troubled history, I am going to review it as briefly as I can, and if you are not interested you can skip to the part about cocktails.