If I like a song, I listen to it until I’m bored. If I like a book, I read it until I’m exhausted. Those who know me know that I can eat industrial quantities of chocolate ice cream. If I
In my house, bad words were simply not used. If my father let one slip by accident, my mother quickly transformed it into something else. That’s why there were never “assholes,” only ̶
I am a Taurus, plus I have a bit of Swiss in me, thus, I adore harmony. I arrange my house like a painter distributes space in a canvas. Everything is well placed and keeping some distance. The mess i
When I turned 4 years old, my mother had a brilliant idea of leaving me in a library while she went to the university at night, after working all day.
An "Habanera" by birth, Cuban by conviction, hopelessly Caribbean. Swiss, Italian, and Spanish by heritage. American by choice.
Very happy, and way too prone to nostalgia. An obsessive reader and a
In Havana, in a neighborhood called La Víbora, there was a house from the turn of the century. It once had dance floors, secret rooms, spiral staircases, cathedral ceilings with tile borders, an entra
It all began in my childhood. My grandmother told me that the thing that hangs between men’s legs was called a colilla (cigarette butt). So I always believed that men went to the bathroom with a