Is it true that children play with bubbles near the Sagrada Familia? Could it be that trapeze artists and human cannonballs measure 1.67? Would you ever show up at an audition to work in a circus? Too

There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes and feel. Hay gatos que brillan en la

I wake and see the bathroom light on, and the small red light of the Royal-brand fan at the foot of my bed, showing it is charging. I have been crying in the dream, and the lights blur. It was a sad dream,

Todo lo que ya sabemos Lleva tiempo esto de amasar palabras… la mezcla, al principio, se siente recia o, en el peor de los casos, hueca. Pero cuando logras que una frase pase de la rigidez a un melodioso

This place I photographed in Old Havana transported me back in seconds, as I framed the shot with my mobile phone camera, to my pre-university days. Specifically, to the horrific practice that apparently

Hace mucho, mucho tiempo nació una voz... // A long, long time ago a voice was born...

At 9:30 PM my mobile phone switches on “bedtime mode”. I set it that way… one of my many little illusions, haha… but what I want to show you is how my photo gallery looks on this 11th of February, still

Una mañana de un día que no era cualquier día, el antes conocido como Sr. Inercia....

Fantasy exists everywhere, but especially in our mind, our imagination, and with it we can travel wherever we want. But also that fantasy exists in our heart, perhaps memories of other worlds that our

You wake and look for me inside the house of many sleeps. You lift the living room rug by its corner, and wonder what's become of me. You whistle in stove, rouse up an old witch made of spill-grease and

Las despedidas son ineludibles, más cuando la vida lo pide // Goodbyes are inevitable, especially when life demands it

What you seek is seeking you One of the things I often remind myself of in the morning, and before going to sleep, is: «be calm, What you seek is seeking you». And this may sound strange, dreamy, mystical…

Quizás sea extremo, pero tengo que encontrar mi propia voz. Y si acaso ya existe, acomodarla aquí en mi pecho sin que queme, sin que se vuelva redundante, para poder mostrar todo lo que soy, lo que no

ESPAÑOL (clica aquí!) Quizás esta historia nunca ocurrió. Quizás sólo fue un sueño o siga durmiendo. Quizás sea solamente el resultado de tu fantasía. ¿Estás despierto/a o me estás soñando? Quizás, solamente

Una de las cosas que me hacía muy feliz en mi infancia era pasar las vacaciones en el pueblo natal de mi padre. Pilotos, es el nombre del pueblo, pero no era al pueblo, lo que se conoce como “el pueblo”,

Only the eyes of the soul can see what is invisible to human eyes, only the heart can feel, beyond reason, only intuition has the true wisdom of the all-knowing, all-seeing universe, where the real, inner

🎻 El violín enojado (The angry violin) 🎻 English (click here!) If you thought you had seen it all, let me tell you that you have yet to see an angry violin, but what could be the reason it looks so upset?

“Había miles y miles de formas de alegría en el mundo, pero todas eran esencialmente una y la misma, a saber, la alegría de poder amar.” ― Michael Ende, La historia interminable Pasa que suelo inventar

There are experiences that change everything, especially when you see another world with different eyes, the eyes of the soul. The experience is very much like the intense connection you have with nature.

Después que a la semilla le brotó un cuerpo y muchos brazos y su vestido comenzó a reverdecer como por magia; después que los caminitos del parque se alegran con trinos y contagian a los fríos y solitarios