Hidden in the bushes, you can trail it by the smoke in someone's backyard. Old smoke, crumbling stone. The kinds of houses that won't see another earthquake. We kindle inside houses that've stood the test

This happens It happens that the rope on which I play at balance is about to vanish: it is held by the wind and by your fingers… your fingers, yes, among my addicted hair as I wander the Malecón. Yet,

For some reason On the taskbar, Mr Google shows today a flowery outfit. Oh, tulips! My joy echoes like a ripple throughout my head. I spend a few minutes gazing at them, doing nothing, almost hours, until

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still, and for me the hours pass in a different

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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

Crossing the portals of space and time. Cruzando los portales del espacio y el tiempo. SPANISH VERSION (click here!) Vengo de un reino lejano, tan lejano que los habitantes de la tierra no pueden ver,

In Havana, the statues carry on with their statue routines, and the Peugeots… well, them too. Or at least, the one who lives on the Hill of the Angel. 😁 On each plant pot, a painted rooster seems to march

I have traveled extensively without moving from my physical location; the best journeys are those taken by the soul, and for that, it is not necessary to change location. He viajado mucho sin moverme del

🌿 El Ciruelo (The Plum Tree) 🌿 English (click here!) Have you ever wondered what a plum tree thinks about after spending many years observing the same place? It has gone through winters, summers, autumns,

If you look at the blue sky for a long time, you will be able to see them; that is the easiest way to start. Si acaso miran al cielo azul durante un largo tiempo podrán verlos, es la manera más fácil de