🎶☀️🎶 Just talking about my Cuba... in a song -about this wonderful land where I was born, where I grew up and where I do not intend to leave- is something that always moves me and brings tears...

Culminating this intense and comforting weekend experience, loaded with learning, emotions and new friends where we shared flavors, art, spirituality, music and very good vibes!!!!

In any artistic manifestation there must be poetry, poetry always has to be present in some way ... and if it is not so; throw it away... that is shit.

I have said goodbye to so many family members and friends in these 60 years that I have almost no one left to say goodbye to.

I take the opportunity to stroll quietly through these old streets marked by time and neglect, which do not completely overshadow the beauty of my neighborhood "El Vedado" -which as its name suggests- was exclusive in its best moments and found its maximum splendor in the late 50s.

I'm going to the "Solar de la Cueva del Humo" to sing a Rumba with the real rumberos...

...de pronto siento un ruido extraño en la terraza, me asomo medio asustado 😲 y descubro a la mismísima Omi 🙀 maullando como una loca y afilándose las uñas; trepada encima de la escalera...

Nostalgia por aquellos que ya no están. El parque de mi infancia...

It is in a few words... barely in a song, trying to tell this story in a few verses and in a musical time of less than three minutes, to show the feverish eloquence of someone who actually senses...

Hoy les voy a hablar sobre mi madre, de como me transmitió su amor y pasion por las plantas y todos los seres vivos...

The journey... an inner ride, a call of hope to knowledge. Sit down to see yourself inside and recognize in you "the ego", the most fearsome of your enemies and accept with self-pity that its

I am an eternal lover and defender of our music -both popular and folkloric- and I consider it one of the greatest cultural legacies with which we Cubans have been blessed...

In one of the first posts I shared here on Hive; I told you how my wife @saraleo rescued our kitty Omi from certain death and how it has been the wonderful experience of living with a feline ...

Suena su rumba el tambor derrama su poesía una voz con picardía que no cabe en la garganta y el viento lleva una manta de esa luz rayando el día...

Dice mi gata que trata de no perder la razón cuando ve desde el balcón una paloma en la mata. Si ella pudiera volar seguro la atraparía con valor y gallardía saltaría hasta "el objeto". ...pero

My parents used to take me every Sunday at 9 am to the Matinees at the 12th and 23rd cinema (very close to my house) to watch cartoons, but before that I would ask - or rather demand...

I like to narrate, to tell stories, to ride in the time machine and reconcile with the past. and reconcile myself with the past. To see myself doing such and such a thing, to laugh at myself with the different

Being a songwriter from Havana and living all these years a few blocks away from the well-known Malecón, the sea is a recurring theme in my creations. Simply put, I look out the window and there it is....

Desde muy pequeño siempre me gustó la música; pero sobre todas las cosas lo que más me ha gustado siempre... es cantar.

Hola estimados Hivers... Hoy voy a contarles sobre un viejo músico que hizo historia tocando el "Quinto" en las "rumbas" y "cajones espirituales" de La Habana.