A little about Aime

cropped-Screenshot_20170219-193245When we are young and we have dreams we become not hungry but obsessed with being successful. Sometimes, somewhere along your path to that success you realize that not everything is surface leveled and that sometimes personal success means struggle, knowning one self and self respect. Once we come to understand our worth and our value, we can then start to share that value with others. It’s not an easy path, I’m still learning, and that’s why I want to share my path, my story and my projects with you.

Today I have started my own blog so you can know me, my story and everything that you can learn from it.

My blogs will tell you what the life of a foreign woman looks like. You will read a true story; a story that carries tears and joy, and that will wake in you realities that were imposible to imagine before.  I’ll tell you how I was able to overcome my insecurities and fears and how I had fought and still fighting for my dreams and my goals, which keep being the same ones I’ve had since I was a teen.

My objective is to give a piece of mind and strengh to all of those who feel insecure and are also trapped between the claws of the monsters inside their head.

Welcome to my blog!


Desde que partí no soy la misma;

la misma niña, la misma mujer.

Ahora soy pasado y tu mi ayer.

Desde que me fui

me convertí en la que soñabas.

Ahora todo ha cambiado

y hasta tu que tanto he amado.

Lo que sarcasticamente no cambia

es la esencia de lo que sentimos.

Y a lo mejor es destino

y al lo mejor sólo así.

Si me ves, si ves quien soy ahora,

te enamorás de mi.

Free, prisoner.

Summer breath runs through my thick hair and splashes my soul with a cool mint breeze, and its virgin scent has caressed my face with a touch of peachy vibes.

I’m lost in the clear eye of the giant that is rocking himself to sleep under the sun, and eats before the beaches.

I’m lost in the thought of being free in the eye of a prisoner of love.

Tell me, my love.

Why between lies and fear we need to decide?
Why not face that question, which lures our love to the light of our future?

Why not sing and dream, but also fight and hope, 
and fight.
If we're bounded by love and love is iron and fire, 
is all man want but don't seem to be able to keep forever, 
or for long.

What's wrong with fighting, what's wrong with crying, 
what's wrong with hustle if we thrive together?

What is it about money that pulls people together with the strength of a bull 
but pulls them apart with the strength of a hurricane?
Tell me, my love, why does it have to be this way?

Mi niño, a spanglish poem

Nobody knows what lies ahead,
perhaps aromas and many days?
nobody knows whats after the estrellas,
that every night gently sing you to stay.

Tal vez my prince
one day youll understand,
that stars arent meant for canto sino,
their purpuse yet lies well, well behond.

Understand this, mi niño
mas otro dia seras tu
the man behind many cantos,
the man behind many songs.

Truth Within

Elementary school is usually that stage of a child when we discover that life is more than romance, princesses and fairy tales. In a third world country being in elementary school is about finding one’s self in every aspect; sexual orientation, vanities, ideologies, political views and future jobs.

In seventh grade I was proud and excited to be among the big kids. I used my uniform very tight and short and spent many days in the principal’s office for not following with the uniform and school policies. You see, my class was not the most…. Lets say…. disciplined and I really enjoyed being a part of a group of teenagers that were the best at not getting caught. (Important life skill apparently). But this story in not about a group of mischievous kids, it is about something more complex.

Let me start from the day I went home decided not to go back to school because the kids at school were bulling me and making fun of my shoes, which were really a two piece shoes; the sole and the upper part, which were glued together with crazy glue but kept coming apart showing half of my feet. That day my mom had actually been to a doctor’s convention where she meets a rich man (John) from Belgium. My mom was very modest and proud and John had offered her money to get home, she refused. Later that night my mom gets home by bus and finds in her purse 25 CUC. The next morning I explain to my mom that I wasn’t going to school with half my shoes anymore and she sends me to school anyways. When I get home with my sister I see that my mom had bought a new pair of shoes with the money John had put in her bag. I asked her how she was able to buy shoes when they were so expensive, you see, in Cuba the salary of a doctor is 20-25 CUC per month.

My mom says that a friend of hers had helped her; I thank her and go to school showing off my new pair. Because I’m dark skinned, It was hard to fit in at school. The light skinned curly haired girls were the pretty ones and so were the white ones. I felt there was a certain group I could fit in; the fantastic 5! Surina, Geisa, Dayana, Yenisanyer and I, Aime. We were fire, we were stylish and sexy and we thought we could conquer the world, especially the world of the boys in 9th grade. Although we were all at a certain point not the kind of latina you would see in TV, we were the kind of latina that should be in every drama show in the world. We planned so many parties in school days, to which half the school would go even if that meant skipping school.

Time passed by and between my mom and John flourishes a genuine love. All of a sudden our half done house in under construction. And I’m finding my fridge stacked with food, with food! My mom explains to my sister and I that she had started a relationship with a Belgian man and that he will not be living with us just yet because it was soon in the relationship and because the law did not allow relationships of that kind unless they were married. We were happy to see my mom find love again and to have food and clothes and shower gel for the first time in a very long time. I started to go to school with lunch money, in CUC! For those who don’t know In Cuba there are 2 currencies; pesos and dollars. The equivalent to one dollar is 25 pesos to the date. Soon, kids from other classes started to notice that I had money and also my school was in my neighborhood so everybody knew.

I wasn’t the poor half a shoe black girl anymore but that didn’t change me. I realized that people treated me differently, that now I was offered to go to 9th grader parties and had many boys wanting to date me. I was too authentic and too modest to fall for that superficial world. So I gathered my friends and took them for lunches, and dinners and we went out in style every time. I used the money that was accessible to me and shared it with the people who truly loved me and it taught me that happiness come from authenticity and self love.

Many people believe money changes people but I have discovered that money just gives us access to privilege. Money doesn’t make us greedy and bad human beings; money just gives bad human beings the tools to be who they truly are.


Colour blind pages flood my judment 
and birds sing early at dusk.
The muse of the Aurora has come
to brush my curls and sing me a song.

My body is naked across the miror, 
but I can still feel the warmth of the bed

I tip my toes gently in the shower
and no one can see me make a slow-daring step.

I run my hands through my body
and sing songs I never sing
I shower the night off and welcome the Sun and wind

I dance through dusk inside my head and step out 
to welcome my friend Aurora.


Last nght I had a nightmare
where the sea is not longer water
but white rocks

Then tornados turned houses upside-down 
you were there with your brown burning eyes
scared, yes you were scared.

I tried to reach your hand,
you were far.
Dark clouds closed the way to you.

I see nothing but devil dust
that from one moment to another,
takes you away from me.