by Jurgen Ureña | May 27, 2026 | Articles
The road to the house was long and steep. In front of me, the mountain; behind, an abyss that revealed, through the mist, the back of the water. My grandfather Ramón had never seen the sea, and yet it seemed to him like a great beast, restless, breathing deeply. He...
by Emma Tristán | May 17, 2026 | Articles
Some nights, when I stayed over at my maternal grandmother’s house, she would recite a poem to me. She knew it by heart, never hesitating. Sometimes we would begin together and, before I noticed, her voice would continue on its own, with a cadence that seemed to come...
by Emma Tristán | May 10, 2026 | Articles
A few days ago, Glenda Umaña and Hugo Famanía interviewed me to hear my views on the environmental situation in Crucitas, as part of a report to be broadcast by a Panamanian media outlet. We sat by the lake in La Paz Park. A ray of sunlight illuminated my face. “It...
by Jurgen Ureña | May 3, 2026 | Articles
On Wednesday nights we play basketball as if we were still twenty. We arrive with our enthusiasm intact, we play a first warm-up game in slow motion, and for two hours we try to convince our bodies that technique and memory are enough. Of course, the body disagrees. A...
by Emma Tristán | May 1, 2026 | Articles
Then came the warning, delivered with One Sunday, like so many others, we arrived for breakfast at my in-laws’ house. As usual, I stepped out into the garden to admire the plants growing as if all the lushness of the tropics had been condensed into that small corner...
by Jurgen Ureña | Apr 12, 2026 | Articles
One of my earliest childhood memories is marked by the battle with insomnia. On those long nights, my mother, patient and resigned, would prepare me a cup of hot milk that she would baptize with a splash of wine. The remedy worked like the chorus of a Julio Iglesias...
