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Mi fascinación por las fortificaciones coloniales va más allá de la obseción. Está relacionada con mi identidad pero también con los recuerdos de mi infancia. Mi madre me llevaba a caminar por el Centro

No recuerdo cuando fue que me di cuenta que lo era. Posiblemente fue de esas cosas que te das cuenta que existe cuando ya es certeza. El caso es que no soy alguien que simplemente escriba. Soy alguien

Confession: I’m Obsessed with Colonial Military Fortifications I’ll admit it—I’m a total fanatic when it comes to colonial-era military fortifications. Growing up in Havana, one of the most heavily fortified

I’ve loved astronomy all my life. As a child, my mother would take me to the planetarium at the Academy of Sciences (then housed in Havana’s Capitolio), and the night sky didn’t unfold before me as just

I was visiting France and only had one night in Paris before my early morning flight. My options were to sleep that night at the hotel or to walk around Paris. Needless to say, I chose the second option.

My cat always chooses the weirdest poses. He’s black, and at night, he truly believes he’s invisible. Mi gato siempre escoge las posturas más bizarras, es negro y en la noche se autopercibe como invisible.

I have the bad habit of photographing spiral staircases. Possibly because the perspective reminds me of some shots from science fiction movies. Cuba, Havana, Obispo y Aguiar Building France, Paris. I don’t

In Havana, a wanderer who knows where to look may come across two architectural gems tied to the Chinese presence in Cuba. The Entrance to Havana’s Chinatown Almost as if stepping into an 80s cyberpunk

A light at the end of the tunnel. Nothing metaphysical: the Línea tunnel. Nothing extraordinary: the daily way to work. But everything can be wonderful with the right eye 📸