We live a different time. This is not the 90s of the last century. The Cuban nation has advanced in many lines that strongly influence current events. It does not matter that the hostility of the United States on the beautiful Caribbean Island fits like hot iron. We do not give in, as we never… Continue Reading »
The XXI edition of the International Crafts Fair (FIART) 2017 takes place from the 5th to the coming 17th of this month at the PABEXPO fairgrounds, in the capital. The event, organized by the Cuban Fund of Cultural Assets, is dedicated to the province of Santiago de Cuba and to glass as an artisan manifestation.
The proclamation succumbed to my ears early in the morning: “Coints are sold for the bus!” If Moses Simons had listened to him in his time, I assure you today that he was recognized as the creator of the first reggaeton of history and El Manisero perhaps it did not exist.
The municipality of Jovellanos deserved the headquarters of the provincial act for the 50th anniversary of the physical disappearance of Ernesto Che Guevara. As every year, the next October 8 will be a walk to the town of Ciro Redondo, because this is where the Heroic Guerrilla.
Fifty years ago, when you decided that your duty was to continue fighting for the ideals of Bolivar and Martí, for the independence and unity of the whole of America, to say goodbye to Cuba, Fidel and his people wrote.
As happens with stories converted into a slogan, the Los 5 loses much of its content when it raises official harangues. The reality, as almost always, exceeds the cellophane of the envelope so that meeting Rene Gonzalez Sehwerert in the flesh, without any intermediary, was an act of revolutionary reaffirmation.
Each place has its characters that characterize it, that trace its history, those that become the essential faces of everyday life. However, on most occasions nobody knows about his past, just look at his present. Their lives pass in a coming and going of new experiences, they even question how they came to become the most popular actors in the city.
A young couple, on a culinary adventure, fries an egg. When the hot oil sparkles she flees out of the kitchen and the boy says, “That happens to women who are nervous …”, he tries to spatter a splash on his wrists and is frightened: “… we, The men, guaaa! “She retorted. It’s incredible how deep the Cubans’ images of cartoons or “dolls” were, since we’re among Cubans. However, this cultural link disappears. The arrival of foreign communicative products replaces them little by little.
Memory is a shooting star for him. Sometimes episodes of his life appear, and disappear, names, events occurred only minutes ago. To remember is a privilege that left him several years ago. In the days of Fidel’s death the intermittent advantage of evoking became a continuous and painful martyrdom.
It was unexpected the physical disappearance of Commander Camilo Cienfuegos on October 28th, 1959, owner of a beautiful and rich legend, who had earned the admiration and affection of the people. The whole nation was dedicated to the search, convinced to have lost something that belonged to him.