First they killed my father


Dear All,

I stopped writing some time ago and I could give a lot of excuses for that. However, there are no reasons to stop doing what you love and expressing ourselves is a right, and in my opinion, a must rooted in our responsibility.

Yesterday night I watched “First they killed my father”, a film directed by Angelina Jolie based and based on a true story. Set in 1975, the film depicts 7-year-old Ung who is forced to be trained as a child soldier while her siblings are sent to labor camps during the Khmer Rouge regime.

Wrong hearts making horrible choices and good fearful hearts trying to survive and help. This film shows human nature.

Hurting, painful and realistic. Even if it’s hard and even if today, 43 years later, we still do the same atrocities, we can feel hope.



El Valle de las luciérnagas

¡Saludos desde Ecuador!


El domingo 11 de Diciembre, llegué de madrugada a Quito. Patricio, un ecuatoriano amable y muy cercano, me introdujo un poco en la cultura de este país maravilloso a través de la música de  Juan Fernando Velasco. Esta experiencia promete.


Con 4 horas de sueño mi ruta se dibuja muy larga, de Quito a Yantzaza, pero con más personas en el carro. Volcanes, montañas y atravesar parte de la selva amazónica ecuatoriana, experiencias imposibles de borrar de mi mente y de mi cuerpo.


Española, me encuentro ahora en la Provincia de Zamora Chinchipe, en el cantón Yantzaza. Siempre amé esos insectos de luz y estoy en el hermoso “ Valle de las luciérnagas”. Además soy malagueña y hay una radio que se llama “boquerón FM”. ¿Puedo pedir más?


Pasen una hermosa semana, y si no créenla ustedes.


Paz y amor,


Marisa Gámez

La taularde, cine francés

¡Hola gente maravillosa!

El viernes 14/10/16 tuve la oportunidad de ver, con mi amiga Lorena, una película francesa que desde aquí recomiendo: La taularde.

Para salvar a su marido de la prisión, Matilde le permitirle escapar y le suplanta entrando en ese universo penitenciario tan complejo. ¿Cómo sobrevivir sin mimetizarse con ese contexto?


La taularde ha despertado en mí una nueva sensibilidad que estaba totalmente adormecida. Por una parte que somos dueñas de nuestras acciones muchas veces, somos libres para elegir la gran mayoría de veces, y por su puesto para equivocarnos. Muchos sentimientos diferentes pero al menos no me ha dejado indiferente.

Esta película me hizo recordar una española, “El patio de mi cárcel”, que compré hace años y que cuenta una parte de vida de 5 reclusas y una funcionaria de prisiones que se niega a conformarse con un sistema ineficaz.

Y bueno, recordando cárceles… Cómo podría olvidar mi viernes de 2014 en la cárcel de Freetown. Aquí este documental crudo, duro, desgarrador y real, como la vida misma.


FilmAid International

Dear All,

I have just found this and I really think it is very interesting!!!


Parched, a story about women in a rural area of Rajasthan

Dear friends,

One month ago I went to the cinema Albéniz in Málaga to watch Parched ( La estación de las mujeres).

Yesterday we went to visit a Community Driven Development focus on Widows Empowerment and I wanted to share with you this movie.


“Parched’ is a story about women set in the heart of parched rural landscape of Rajasthan, India. It traces the bittersweet tale of four ordinary women Rani, Lajjo, Bijli and Janaki. We see them unapologetically talk about men, sex and life as they struggle with their individual boundaries to face their demons and stage their own personal wars.”

Water, by Deepa Mehta

I remember when I watched WATER and, of course, I remember the pain and the tears.

“Water is set in 1938 and explores the lives of widows in Varanasi, India. It is a dark introspect into the tales of rural Indian widows in the 1940s and covers controversial subjects such as misogyny and ostracism. It was first released in India on 9 March 2007.

I recommend this movie because now I am in India and yesterday we went to visit a project called “Justice For Widows”. After 11 years, here in the villages of Warangal it’s still the same situation, but Bala Vikasa is changing this!

Thanks and… let’s learn from this movie and this reality!






Small lights

I feel grateful!

Most of the time Life, Love or God, brings to my life small lights to enlighten me.

Here I am talking about my room mate, Geneviève Minville, a wonderful young lady wtih a beautiful heart.

Sunday night when I arrived after a long travel from Malaga, Paris, Mumbai,Hyderabrad until Warangal, she welcomed me with a wonderful white smile. 

We spend our shared time having deep, ethical, moral, interesting conversations and of course also having fun singing ZAZ with the others. But something that I also value from her personality is that we can keep our space our silence.

She has a peaceful soul and she still transmits some kind of inocence, or maybe hope, and wherever she goes she gives light. 

So, yes, I am grateful for this room mate and new light close to me and of course open to the world.

by the way she was in the canadian newspaper 🙂

So follow her blog on


Marisa Gamez