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all Cuba: Two Films by Ricardo Bacallao

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Welcome to our blog "All Cuba" where we provide updated information on all things Cuban as it pertains to the art scene in the New York City metropolitan area and beyond.  Please visit us often and send us your listings.  Theatre, art, music, film. read about it here! Friday, May 1, 2015. Two Films by Ricardo Bacallao. Cubans at the Edge of the Berlin Wall. The Experiences of three Cubans living in Berlin. Ricardo Moreno, Amir Valle, and Teresa Casanueva. Cuban Musician, His experience living in NYC.

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all Cuba: December 2014

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Welcome to our blog "All Cuba" where we provide updated information on all things Cuban as it pertains to the art scene in the New York City metropolitan area and beyond.  Please visit us often and send us your listings.  Theatre, art, music, film. read about it here! Sunday, December 28, 2014. Ricardo Porro, Architect/Artist (Cuba 1925 – France 2014). Ricardo Porro, Architect –Artist (Cuba 1925 – France 2014). From 1961 to 1965, Ricardo Porro, directed the project and works of the School of visual Arts ...

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all Cuba: A bailar con Osmani Garcia

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Welcome to our blog "All Cuba" where we provide updated information on all things Cuban as it pertains to the art scene in the New York City metropolitan area and beyond.  Please visit us often and send us your listings.  Theatre, art, music, film. read about it here! Sunday, March 29, 2015. A bailar con Osmani Garcia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A bailar con Osmani Garcia. Tito Nieves en New Jersey! Live On Stage TV. A Production and Public Relations company. Cuban Music with more flow!

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The Growing Word: October 2014

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Wednesday, October 29, 2014. GARABATO No. 87. Por Eduardo Rodríguez Solís. Del jardín interior, que tiene muchas tonalidades en verde, salta un juglar cubierto con rombos de colores. Da vueltas como buen artista de circo y hace rodar dos cocos, uno grande y otro chico. Entonces, esas frutas ya secas, caen al mosaico y se mueven por esa superficie, como si fueran las bolas de un billar. A lo lejos se oye el llorar de un niño. Eduardo Rodríguez Solís (D.F&...

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The Growing Word: August 2014

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Thursday, August 28, 2014. GARABATO No. 78. Por Eduardo Rodríguez Solís. Estaba Venancio Urueta sentado en unos tabiques o ladrillos rojos que sobraron de una barda que se hizo alrededor de un grupo de casitas. La barda era como una Muralla China que iba a impedir la presencia de ladrones, vendedores o promotores religiosos en esas casitas de techos de dos aguas. Estaba adormilado y miraba las cosas “sin mirar”. Estaba medio en la luna. Ya me descubriste &#8...

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The Growing Word: EMBRACING INNOCENCE

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Saturday, December 13, 2014. Because they are older and have more “power,” they are right and I am wrong. Because being with the man I love is the most important thing and everything else seems secondary, I am weak and they are strong. Because I am not a Big President nor own a Business, they are successful and I am not. Because they travel and offer talks and I like to wash the dishes, they change the world and I don’t. Well, then, a fool will do. We would ...

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The Growing Word: GARABATO No. 92

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Saturday, December 6, 2014. GARABATO No. 92. Por Eduardo Rodríguez Solís. Siempre de los siempres, Antonio Abogado se iba caminando hasta atrás del cerro de los Zopilotes. Ahí, en un árbol de ramas y troncos fuertes como piedra basáltica, se subía como chango hasta lo más alto. Y, desde ahí, veía los panoramas hacia cualquier punto. Meditaba entonces. Ese era su amor perdido, ya que la Azucena nunca le correspondió en amores. Y esto,. Ese viejo era el Señor ...

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The Growing Word: GARABATO No. 93

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Tuesday, December 9, 2014. GARABATO No. 93. Por Eduardo Rodríguez Solís. Por eso la desgracia de Juan Polainas Pérez creció en tamaño. El, siendo un experto limpiador de ventanas, al tener un accidente en un piso 67, cuando uno de los cables de acero que sostenían su andamio se rompió, se quedó colgado, sin que nadie se diera cuenta. Y esta desgracia le duró treinta años, cuando ya estaba cumpliendo 65 años de andar deambulando en esta tierra divina. Marqué ...

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The Growing Word: July 2014

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Wednesday, July 30, 2014. CAN YOU BLAME HER? If she was discouraged, sad, and mad,. Can you blame her? If she was a pain, a real painful one,. Can you blame her? If she was writing. And didn’t want to share with. Anybody but you,. Can you blame her? If she didn’t want to sell (you). Something she is not,. Can you blame her? If she wanted to talk with you. And be with you. Can you blame her? If growth was slow,. Can you blame her? One thing is true:. La vieji...

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The Growing Word: September 2014

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Journeying Toward Love, Wisdom, and Openness]. Friday, September 26, 2014. GARABATO No. 82. Por Eduardo Rodríguez Solís. Algo se movía como un péndulo. Era algo que parecía pesado. Y se balanceaba de un lado a otro. Era algo que colgaba, y su sostén principal, su alma, se iba hacia arriba, hasta casi el cielo. Era un racimo de plátanos. Entonces, Juanito Piedra Pómez, que deja la ventana y corre, escaleras abajo, para luego salir al patio trasero de la casa. Pero el gran racimo de plátanos no estaba.