Teatro del Viento invites to the celebration of its 20 years with a photographic sample and the premier of a documentary, on November 21 at 9:00 p.m. at its seat, in the Cultural Center José Luis Tasende, in this city.

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An ambitious recovery project for the Camagüeyan book shops is carried out since a little less than a year with the objective of turning such spaces in cultural centers of the community and dignify the Camagüeyan writer.

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Outstanding Cuban artist Omara Portuondo was awarded with the Latin Grammy Award for Musical Excellence, a distinction that recognizes her artistic career.

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The Students Hall in the Arts Academy Vicentina de la Torre exits the schools to settle in the centric Gallery of Universal Art Alejo Carpentier, in this city.

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The 2019 National Award Emilio Ballagas was granted to the poet Gizeh Portuondo Vega, who, from Santiago de Cuba, send to this city “Notas lectivas”, the winner of 22 notebooks in competition.


The staff of the House of the Casa del Joven Creador in Camagüey confirms for the seventh time the condition of national vanguard, for their hard work and commitment to the cultural management from the Hermanos Saíz Association.


The company from Havana Acosta Danza chose Camagüey on its national tour, and last night it offered the first show in the Principal theater, applauded by the virtuosity and seriousness of the group that is performing without their director, because Carlos Acosta is engaged in commitments out of Cuba. Today will be the second and last show.


After the promising results in the past Photographic November in 2018, many of us started hoping to repeat the experience, that has become a time that comprehends inaugurations in the passing of October to December.


Love Letters

It was 1868. They ran into each other by coincidence in a crowded square, exchanged looks and immediately felt an imperious desire. But, of course, talk to each other would have been too much for that first encounter, and by nightfall all they had left was the memory of each other’s face scrutinizing the other’s soul.