Illustration by Fabiola GonzalezBy Fabiana del ValleHAVANA TIMES – I know my writing radiates sadness. I’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then, before the seam takes hold, a new rip appears. The problem isn’t in the act of stitching – there’s a kind of tenderness in saving what you love. There’s a vital necessity within me to transform the weight of that needle into something tangible that can be read and recognized.