English Translations of Cubans Writing From the Island
While you slept Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo Ice is dead water. I smell bad, like a homeless person in a subway car in New York. Although my scent doesn’t please me, it belongs to me. Private property in my absolute state of biologisity. Exile is so exciting. All of us have been waiting for this … Continue reading “While You Were Sleeping / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”
The official press has been announcing the parade this May 1st with a newly added component to the “army” of workers that will march in support of the revolution and socialism: the self-employed. I’ve been reflecting on the theme (I’m showing an alarming tendency to reflections) and I cannot quite understand the issue. Aren’t the … Continue reading “Marching on their own? / Miriam Celaya”
Translator’s note: We recently asked the bloggers to describe what it means to them to be translated into different languages. Their responses are being published on the Roots of Hope blog, and here. You, the reader, can join this effort by clicking HERE to TRANSLATE. By Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo The word of independent Cuban … Continue reading “What Being Translated Means to Me / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”
