Once again, with a small camera and a lot of determination to make cinema, I’m taking a risk and making a new movie project, where I shine a light on my own fears, my desire to show what I think and how I see the things around me.
Luis Almagro’s obsession against the government of Venezuela has revealed itself during the last few months and shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. His meddling statements are nothing new in the history of the OAS.
The moral of this story isn’t my phobia of reggaeton but of the fear that the National Security Agency awakens in nearly everyone here in Dallas. Talking about this subject with Cuban emigres in the US, one of them even told me…
The photo on the tombstone of the family grave had been wiped out a while ago by the natural elements outdoors. Those who saw her didn’t hold back in telling others about how incredibly alive Ariadna’s gaze and smile seemed to be.
There are days when, for no apparent reason, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and even another person’s smile can annoy you. You don’t understand why exactly, because of course there are lots of things which we don’t understand.
One afternoon, I was walking near the old Tallapiedra thermoelectric plant, a place close to where I normally catch the bus home and also near a primary school. Something with a white outline really caught my eye on the pavement.
As is required when a new Cuban citizen is born, I went to register my nephew at Oficoda, the office which will regulate the rationed items that he will receive in the future. My sister has had a baby and I can’t stop thinking about his future.
People who are different might bother other people’s eyes but it hurts those on the receiving end more, who have to put up with society’s averting glances, its disgust.
Politics are an art form; politicking is a serious crime against the people of a nation. Politics are used to serve the people and to defend them; politicking is used to rob them, not only financially, but of their dreams and hopes too.
Last weekend I cycled from my suburban neighborhood to downtown Dallas. I thought I was going to deal with a dangerous and annoying traffic but instead I found a network of tree-lined cycle paths, one of whose branches leads up quite close to the city center. (17 photos)