Hunting reflections is an art. It is about finding the suggestion, the subtle gift that returns a surface.For days it has been raining in my land and the water accumulates forming puddles or pools that capture, with more or less luck, every movement and shape, makes them their own, even the stormy air distorts them as it hits the surface.

The richness of music is one of the most motivating ideas I find when creating. Associating my processes with rhythms is part of my daily life as an artist. Trying to find a way to portray the pure forms of Cuban music (and by pure I mean autochthonous) it has occurred to me to take photographs of some instruments. How else would I be able to portray the sound if not by taking the subject that provokes it as the protagonist?

A MartíPatria tiene olor a madre muerta. Arde su pecho ocre, sin raíces, se mueve, grita, dice nunca, corta con la palabra mi lengua y sus verdades. Vende de luz el cerco inverosímil del día futuro, el deseo de la piedra que ahora en yugo al buey no ciñe, ni de su copa destrozada bebe. Humana, que en vida a vivir no tuvo miedo, escucho tu paso apagándose en la sombra. Madre, a tus pies los hijos se suicidan sin paja ni gozo en el servicio, sin pasto ni lumbre de la estrella que en tu frente consume mis ardores. ¡No de rodillas, Patria, no en el yugo! ¡No en la triste abulia de la muerte! ¡Mírame, madre! Aún tengo en mis manos el sagrado sol con que nos queman.

If I say Lisy García Valdés only a small group within this ecosystem will know who she is, but if I say @lizandra, the majority will be able to recognize her and those who have not yet had the opportunity to be in contact with her luminous vision of the world will be able to approach her profile and discover her. The important thing is that Lisy, @lizandra, is a first-rate writer and today I would like to tell you about one of her books.

Hello, #HiveOpenMic family!!! It is a pleasure to be able to participate again in this concert of all that, for this week, brings by theme "the last time". With this in mind, I selected Piensa en mí, by the immense Agustín Lara, which was covered by Luz Casal as part of the soundtracks of the Spanish film Tacones Lejanos, my favorite of those directed by Pedro Almodóvar.

SEÑALESa Roswel BorgesDebajo de mi vestido se incendian las flores la luz me devora como una palabra. Sobrevuela tu imagen en el tiempo y nacen lirios en mis manos sonámbulas, hoguera para expiar olvidos, quemar sílabas que no se unen sino por la memoria. Debajo de estas flores oscilan los dedos sobre la brizna... Sea signo la hora, en fin, una orden de diluvio; que sea de azufre, y el cuerpo sea de llamas. Mi voz repite tu nombre en el humo.