Life is beautiful, of course it is. Oh, but how much patience we have to hoard when faced the provocations of certain people. 😁 I mean, neighbours, co-workers, family members... anyone. And they even have, themselves, recipes for reacting to X or Y, it doesn't matter, they'll even have manuals for that.
To tell the truth, I don't know about recipes or manuals, I only have a small compass in my heart that guides me. And although I often isolate myself so as not to be a nuisance, the truth is that I prefer to give love and kisses... better to have plenty of them than not to have enough.
Then, life takes me to places where I see... confirmations.
Him?
Yes, of course he's handsome. Look at him here.
It seems that he was worried because I disappeared in a strange house and, as in the previous photo, he was looking after the bikes and waiting for the talkative spirit that sometimes rides me to leave my body, to see if we could finally reach our destination.
However, let's go back and explain.... 😄
He who seeks finds and it seems that someone, in this post, was given a little blue kiss. You see you just have to be in the right place at the right time.
Now then, this was a day of art. From stumbling across 
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We passed by the National Museum of Fine Arts and it was closed. If I can overcome procrastination I will go in the next few days to visit this important place to bring its gems to Hive.
I saw white doves. And I felt peace. I already had a lot of peace in me because cycling is the best, and at this point we had already covered a few kilometres.
I was delighted to discover that there is also art for peace here in Havana. In Málaga, Spain, they rolled out a large carpet of salt, as 
Capacidad de asombro, 2019 / Capacity for wonder, 2019
This sunday was an astounding day for me. That house I got lost in was a Studio-Workshop.
The artist let me in to admire his work and we talked a bit about it. Although it was not a long conversation, was a deep one. A lot of wisdom on his part. He told me about his inner happiness, what it feels like to finish a painting and that he didn't need external validation, just to be satisfied with himself.
This is his favourite work. None of his works has a title. He said it is very hard and I felt as I admired it. So much so, that I even asked him if it had a real story behind it. He just explained to me about expressionism and the influences he exhibits in his work from recognised masters of pictorial art such as Modigliani, Picasso, Matisse.
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Sorry for the reflections but this was right in front of a window. And I was almost leaving when I met someone else. I'm not going to give details now, maybe in another post, but I will tell you that here literature and pictorial art went hand in hand.
All right... a little teaser. From left to right, the artist, Roberto Lueje, and Jorge Betancourt, a writer friend who introduced me and with whom I was talking a bit about books and publishing. 😉 The other person in the photo might not be familiar to you, but she prefer to remain anonymous. 🤣
More art. On a table... hahaha.... My friend and I went to cool off at Plaza Vieja, in the heart of Old Havana.
We chatted a bit there and I managed to take a few photos... but that will come at another time. I'm pretty tired and already late for this weekend commitment.
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Cheers!
