Personal

I lost the habit of using social media. In fact, if someone looks at my profiles, they will probably find something very simple: few followers, little activity, and long silences between one post and another. Not because I have nothing to say, but because many times I have felt that real life demands more of […]

Some ideas are studied. Others are debated. And a few—like communism—can only be understood when they arrive in your life like the virus they are. I didn’t read about communism at an expensive university. I didn’t meet it in a bohemian café in a free city. I ran from it. I’m Cuban. I was born

My psychologist Elena made me realize something last year with a single question: —How much would you have accomplished if you weren’t afraid? I had never reconsidered the possibility that I was afraid of anything. Fear of success? Ridiculous. Until, of course, I reflected and watched myself closely over the following months. The truth is,

The short answer is, yes. And it is precisely for that reason that loyalty has become one of the most valuable and rare virtues today. Wherever I look, I notice signs of its absence. I see it in content creators who switch brands every month, treating commitment as if it were just another trend. I

A Personal Board of Directors? Yes, you heard that right. I’m not talking about a corporate boardroom full of lawyers and executives. I’m talking about a small group of people—seven at most—whom you deeply respect and would never want to disappoint. Think of them as the wise elders of your tribe: the ones you turn

Hardly anyone dares to share their grief, but we all fall in love at some point, no matter where we come from or what accomplishments we carry on our shoulders. Love breaks barriers—the ones of age, of status, of the illusion that we’re safe from it. Because even the most successful man, the most prepared,

Hello, do you remember me? I don’t know you very well yet. I will get to know you, or at least I hope that living to be 90 years old becomes a reality. I know that deep down you are still the same child. I have been thinking about you. I hope you are smiling

I entered the apartment with a feeling I had never experienced before. It wasn’t just loneliness; it was emptiness. A weight that didn’t just burden my body but filled every corner of my mind. The walls were bare, as hollow as I felt inside. Every step echoed in the small space, as if even the