“Escribe, que algo queda” – Kotepa Delgado (a Venezuelan journalist)
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal…. A time to be born, and a time to die” . Eccleciastes.
Twenty years ago, we said: “no more” and so we left the homeland. Venezuela has not changed much since then, I am afraid. And now the country faces yet another set of problems.
In moderation, alcohol helps you make friends, it erases your awkwardness and it is even good for your health. There you have it: A magical substance, indeed.
An attitude of full acceptance when problems show up: open your arms and take it all in. Or else.
“C’est une maison bleue. Adossée à la colline. On y vient à pied, on ne frappe pas ceux qui vivent là, on jeté la clé” Máxime Leforestier (‘San Francisco’)
New Orleans by the Mississippi. New Orleans during Mardi Gras. And then, of course, the beloved Cafe Du Monde!
Nephews and nieces are nothing but pure joy… So, thank you, siblings!
Let us face it: we are all citizens of the world and no “identity” label is big enough to describe us *
What can a visitor of Cincinnati, Ohio, do in that city on a Wednesday afternoon?