PostsCommentsPayoutsestelacha (68)in GEMS • 5 hours ago[ENG/ESP] A tour of Havana on a double-decker busThe salty, free wind ruffled my hair as soon as the double-decker bus pulled away from Central Park. From the open-air terrace, Havana unfolded not as a city, but as a living stage, a succession of postcardsestelacha (68)in Writing Club • 2 days agoTexto lírico: El amor y la solidaridadEra un invierno que no terminaba de llegar, pero que ya se sentía en los huesos, un frío metálico que calaba las ciudades y endurecía las miradas. En ese paisaje gris, donde las personas eran sombras queestelacha (68)in Loving HIVE ❤ • 3 days ago[ESP/ENG] Recordando mi presentación en Hive: El eco de una nueva vidaCuando crucé el umbral de @hive hace tres años, no venía nada ni con un destino claro. Llegaba cargada con el peso de más de cuarenta años de trabajo, con las manos aún temblorosas por el reciente ceseestelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • 4 days ago[ENG/ESP] My third birthday on @hive / Mi tercer cumpleaños en @hiveJune 29, 2023, was the day I decided to leave my mark on this decentralized world. And today, three years later, here I am, over 60 and retired, celebrating not just a digital birthday, but a new way ofestelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • 11 days ago[ENG/ESP] LOH #294 A responsible woman in these times / Mujer responsable de estos tiemposFor me, being a responsible woman in today's world goes beyond fulfilling obligations or external expectations. It involves a deep commitment to myself and my surroundings, recognizing that my decisionsestelacha (68)in Writing Club • 16 days agoLas luces en el horizonteEl pueblo de San Isidro estaba acostumbrado a la oscuridad. No era una oscuridad absoluta, sino una mezcla de sombras y penumbras que se extendían cada noche cuando el sol se retiraba tras los montes.estelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • 17 days ago[ENG/ESP] LOH #293 The pleasure of celebrating my birthday / El placer de celebrar mi cumpleañosCelebrating my birthday is one of those moments of the year that I look forward to with real enthusiasm. Not because of vanity or prominence, but because I feel that it is a legitimate day to pause andestelacha (68)in Hive Cuba • 26 days ago[ESP/ENG] El guardián silencioso de la memoria y la imaginaciónCada 7 de junio, Cuba celebra el Día del Bibliotecario, una fecha que honra a quienes, muchas veces en el anonimato, sostienen uno de los pilares fundamentales de la cultura y la educación: la biblioteca.estelacha (68)in Writing Club • 27 days ago[ENG/ESP] The Eternal Watcher. A Microfiction / La eterna vigilante. MicrorrelatoEvery June 7th, Cuba celebrates Librarian's Day. But Lidia, the neighborhood librarian, doesn't need a date. She knows her kingdom is the silence where stories grow. fuente When the blackout came, theestelacha (68)in Freewriters • 28 days ago[ENG/ESP] 5-minute daily message: Let's take care of the environment / Mensaje diario de 5 minutos: Cuidemos el medio ambiente:Today is World Environment Day, and I leave you with this thought: We live immersed in a paradox: we depend absolutely on the Earth to breathe, eat, and live, and yet we treat it as if it were an inexhaustibleestelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • 29 days ago[ENG/ESP] LOH 291 A network of love and strength / Una red de amor y fortalezaWhen my two children decided to emigrate in search of a better future, my world felt, for a moment, suspended in a silent void. The house, which had once vibrated with their laughter, their arguments,estelacha (68)in Wednesday Walk • last monthWednesday walk. A stroll through El Morro and the historic center of HavanaArriving at El Morro Castle is like Havana opening up like an ancient book. The road winds through limestone rocks and salt-laden scrubland, while the scent of the sea is ever-present. From below, theestelacha (68)in Freewriters • last month[ENG/ESP] Long live solidarity. A 5-minute daily message / Viva la solidaridad. Mensaje diario de 5 minutosIn my darkest moments, solidarity has been that thread of light that has reminded me I am not alone. Looking back and acknowledging each helping hand is, in itself, an act of gratitude that transformsestelacha (68)in Freewriters • last month28 May 2026,daily writing prompt: A Glass of Wine for My BirthdayRaising a glass of wine on my birthday is not a trivial gesture, but an act laden with memory, gratitude, and hope. Wine, with its deep color and aroma that evokes memories, becomes a metaphor for lifeestelacha (68)in Motherhood • last month[ENG/ESP] My children and the distance / Mis hijos y la distanciaGeographical distance has never been able to erase the strength of a bond as profound as that which unites a mother with her children. Even though they live in another country, even though the days areestelacha (68)in Holos&Lotus • last month[ENG/ESP] La solidaridad que trasciende pantallas: mi refugio en HiveCuando se superan ciertas décadas de vida, una tiende a pensar que el mundo se reduce a los recuerdos y a la rutina. Sin embargo, he descubierto que la solidaridad no entiende de edades ni de distancias.estelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • last month[ENG/ESP] LOH 290 Ser como la Madre Teresa de CalcutaIf I could exchange lives with a famous person, I would undoubtedly choose Mother Teresa of Calcutta. Not out of a desire for sainthood or fame, but because of the profound humanity that resided in herestelacha (68)in Wednesday Walk • last monthA day trip to the Sierra Maestra HotelLast Wednesday, I had the privilege of experiencing an unforgettable day at the Hotel Sierra Maestra, an iconic hotel nestled in the foothills of the mountain range of the same name, near Bayamo, in easternestelacha (68)in Silver Bloggers • last month[ENG/ESP] The SB-Ch- Prompt # 47 Telephone booth memories For my generation, those of us in our sixties, phone booths were temples of glass and steel. There were no cell phones, no WhatsApp, no video calls. If you wanted to hear someone's voice from far away,estelacha (68)in Ladies of Hive • 2 months ago[ENG/ESP] LOH # 289 When there isn't enough time / Cuando el tiempo no alcanzaFeeling like time is slipping through our fingers is a common experience in modern life. However, behind this perception of constant haste often lies something deeper: the denial of our own physical and