tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post5957200345831431580..comments2024-01-24T11:41:28.022+00:00Comments on A Cuban In London: Sunday Mornings: Coffee, Reflections and MusicA Cuban In Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-91764591324066422222012-11-19T22:14:55.842+00:002012-11-19T22:14:55.842+00:00Many thanks for your kindd comments.
Greetings fr...Many thanks for your kindd comments.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-87143953432940582432012-11-19T16:10:36.952+00:002012-11-19T16:10:36.952+00:00Love to know more about you LOL
Love theis post to...Love to know more about you LOL<br />Love theis post too and I love books!!xGloria Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03055543111865966546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-21244688853511430172012-11-18T12:35:26.226+00:002012-11-18T12:35:26.226+00:00First - well, I just loved the Louis Armstrong. T...First - well, I just loved the Louis Armstrong. That is a wonderful clip on many levels. <br /><br />Second - I well understand these feelings of change. Some gentrification can be great, some can be very plastic. And, of course, sometimes what one talks of isn't "gentrification" at all but turning spaces over to chains - I meant retail and food stores, but the chain has another meaning too. <br /><br />A lovely poem and very interesting exegesis. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-19447277897328646012012-11-15T23:19:22.814+00:002012-11-15T23:19:22.814+00:00Happy birthday Cubano! have fun and enjoy every li...Happy birthday Cubano! have fun and enjoy every little detail of your daily life. <br /> <br />May all the beauty of life be your company! big hugs from Bilbao.Lumy Quinthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09972377930343361610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-3321244503799820122012-11-15T23:15:12.421+00:002012-11-15T23:15:12.421+00:00I love old houses. Their some how character that&#...I love old houses. Their some how character that's being created over the years. Old empty houses have always called my attention and as Dulce Maria would have said in her poem, I surely would come in the garden to taste the mangoes, to peek through any cracked window or glass. I'd love getting inside and look for anything that would havesay anything about its previous owners. I'd then would create my own story there because houses are a great source of stories. I hate when they're demolished to create a some how devoid of character building that looks simply a like many others. I think that sometimes new buildings revitalise neighborhoods, but some others they kill the beauty of them. <br /> Happy birthday Cubano!Lumy Quinthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09972377930343361610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-28221903285694972432012-11-14T19:06:32.499+00:002012-11-14T19:06:32.499+00:00Of course you can call your home your castle even ...Of course you can call your home your castle even though it is not really yours-it is-I think. You live there, you possess it, you most likely love it and treat it as your own so yes, I think your castle. A dozen years surely justifies that!tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17415302577518111227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-74854147258051931932012-11-14T18:43:42.700+00:002012-11-14T18:43:42.700+00:00see...this is what i love about poetry..you can re...see...this is what i love about poetry..you can read it and it just meets you where you are at the moment..the literal house or the house as a metaphor for life..very cool...need to check her outClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-61087445542129959222012-11-14T16:25:24.428+00:002012-11-14T16:25:24.428+00:00Many thanks for your kind comments.
Sarah, that&#...Many thanks for your kind comments.<br /><br />Sarah, that's exactly my feelings. I call my house "home" of course, but it's not really mine. At the same time I feel a high degree of affinity with my surroundings. It's complicated, believe me, my relationship with my "barrio" is very complicated.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-54360226716112227842012-11-14T16:20:43.800+00:002012-11-14T16:20:43.800+00:00How frustrating to have a big box erected in your ...How frustrating to have a big box erected in your backyard. I liked your reflections on the sense of home and the contrast with those who lack even that. We didn't buy our first house until our 30's and I wonder if we really own our house if we're still paying mortgage.Sarah Laurencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423008641739156182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-62770289315420316822012-11-14T10:23:12.363+00:002012-11-14T10:23:12.363+00:00This is the first time I've visited your blog,...This is the first time I've visited your blog, and I'm so glad I found you!<br /><br />This is really facinating stuff. It has made me think more deeply about how we make a simple place our own - and how we seem to lose our identity when it's taken away.<br />And I can totally identify with that.<br />I life feels so much richer for having read these words.<br />Thank you for that :)Ygrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00300519608303898969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-39486361552019726632012-11-13T20:21:28.967+00:002012-11-13T20:21:28.967+00:00I can so relate to what you are talking about here...I can so relate to what you are talking about here. Having been born and raised on Molokai, I used to feel 'torn'. And the, one day, I gave myself permission to call Molokai and New Mexico my home-as they both are. I am deeply rooted in both worlds.<br />Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03358261311454047999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-63818071450004088672012-11-13T10:42:25.198+00:002012-11-13T10:42:25.198+00:00Fascinating post, full of compelling thoughts and ...Fascinating post, full of compelling thoughts and facts. One of the latter being:-<br /><br />only Greece, Spain and Ireland come on top of the United Kingdom in regards to home ownership. <br /><br />I hadn't known that. This the sort of post that makes one feel wiser, having read it. Thanks for.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-26904270359203879592012-11-12T21:45:20.695+00:002012-11-12T21:45:20.695+00:00Many thanks for your kind comments.
Greetings fro...Many thanks for your kind comments.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-37565231996639889702012-11-12T21:38:35.726+00:002012-11-12T21:38:35.726+00:00I love this post. Thank you for sharing the poem a...I love this post. Thank you for sharing the poem and your reflections here. I enjoyed it.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-9214572531560761772012-11-12T17:12:23.867+00:002012-11-12T17:12:23.867+00:00I saw your comment on Claudia's San Francisco ...I saw your comment on Claudia's San Francisco poem and had to see who this "Cuban in London" was. My husband is Cuban, here in Fort Lauderdale--at this point I feel like I am at least honorary Cuban, from the many years living this life :-) Really enjoyed these home/house musings. And a beautiful poem as well--I do feel that homes need love and when you care for them, you can feel the love returned--a lovely write Saravhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10289212188617046645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-55262162980711354112012-11-12T14:25:40.030+00:002012-11-12T14:25:40.030+00:00good thought provoking read, I bet London is fast ...good thought provoking read, I bet London is fast changing my bro lives there, thanks so much for visiting my blog chow and chatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04225995063075911644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-75151178640332549532012-11-12T13:22:23.611+00:002012-11-12T13:22:23.611+00:00pretty cool poem...and i like the perspective it t...pretty cool poem...and i like the perspective it takes...owning my home now, i would hate to say but it is not something i would do again....i feel more trapped than anything by the home....it is rather sickening to me to see all the new homes still going up when i see ones sitting vacant and i have to wonder at what point does that end?Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-11395477091064536532012-11-12T03:37:58.124+00:002012-11-12T03:37:58.124+00:00I believe that home is indeed where the heart is. ...I believe that home is indeed where the heart is. Home is also where I grew up, although the house itself has now been demolished and a McMansion put in its place.<br />Sometimes home is simply the garden, a place where I find peace.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-91101927783413044502012-11-11T21:55:34.132+00:002012-11-11T21:55:34.132+00:00What a poem - speaking to how we make a place our ...What a poem - speaking to how we make a place our home and the sense of dislocation when that's taken away. I see that happening in San Francisco where the old time diverse population of working class, artists and refugees from repressive climes are being replaced by rich kids with trust funds. The city has become much more expensive and much less interesting - it's a loss for all of us who live the city.Nancy Ewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12116290968007398337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-5218046880331428542012-11-11T13:14:15.942+00:002012-11-11T13:14:15.942+00:00loved the track.
xloved the track. <br />xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165773290907101242.post-22772777701463102182012-11-11T10:58:46.030+00:002012-11-11T10:58:46.030+00:00I don't know. I always say to my mother when ...I don't know. I always say to my mother when she asks me where I am that I 'm in my room where my heart is. My son would say, she's in her room where her Mac is. Then there's this song I hear on the radio, you put your arms around me and I'm home. I think it is a question where only our heart can answer and that puts us back to home where the heart is. I'm going back to listen to the song you posted. Thank you Cuban for an interesting evening reflection.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02399300464457820101noreply@blogger.com