La Guayaba. Havana, Cuba. Every Saturday races are held here… it’s a gathering for cyclists of all levels who want to test themselves. 9:42 a.m. The racers are at the start line, waiting for the whistle

😆 Ya estoy lista para el próximo Domingo (+ video) Nota Preliminar Había editado un video de 20 minutos pero no es posible subirlo con la conexión de palo que tengo aquí, así que tuve que usar las tijeras...

Honestly, I don’t even know where I went today; we passed through places I had never seen in my life. The thing is, these outings are going to be happening every weekend, on Saturdays or Sundays, and I

Not long ago a friend asked me how long it had been since I last looked at a chart. I replied that it had been months (I’ve lost count) because ever since we were kicked out of Coinex I haven’t done any

Things come little by little. Yesterday I finally figured out how to strap the action cam onto the chest harness to film my rides. The day before I messed it up and ended up with the “epic views” of a

Spending some time by the Christ of Havana, in the district of Casablanca, gazing at the city from a distance is truly inspiring. Back then, when I wasn’t such a keen cyclist, I rarely went. I would look

Setback Well, you’ve got all my attention now. I’ve searched for this without success on some of the sites we have here that host series and films, you know… under the table, since we don’t officially

The Path Havana, on the 25th of August, 2026 The sun is leaving now. It clings to the blinds of my room, yet I know it will slowly release itself while spilling its idyllic —and, why not, mysterious— light

Well, everyone here already knows that I like cycling and that lately it has become a means of livelihood for me, since I spend some days of the week doing deliveries. I’m also trying to manage at least

Why are you always laughing? asked the lecherous man to the woman who had just stood up on the pedals of her bicycle. At that instant, time began to stretch, imperceptibly yet infinitely. The street, three

I haven’t taken photos with my camera since the killing of the oak; that is the last file it holds. And it’s not because I lacked the intention to do what I so love, which relaxes me and aligns me with

They helped me process this moment of overthinking, and of missing what has irreversibly gone and will never return.

I stopped at the Alameda de Paula in Old Havana after making a delivery, and since I had my camera in my backpack I wandered around for a few minutes to take some photos and share them here in the #Monomad

Honestly, I never thought I’d get to this point. Do you remember? When I bought my mountain bike with my Hive savings and little by little I started joining groups, meeting other people with the same

For days I’ve been seeing, on a gate at the entrance to my house, what looked like butterfly cocoons. I saw caterpillars walking around there, and I had never witnessed this process up close. I refrained

Not long ago I visited La Finquita del Arte in Playa Baracoa and joined a summer kick‑off activity. July marks the start of the school holidays until late August, and with them come scorching, suffocating

No, it wasn’t the first time I stopped. But this time I pulled out my camera and snapped a couple of shots. I had just come from delivering some medicine. And it always feels ‘creepy’ to me to see a bike

BUT ---> Don’t use anything—only the coin and the power of your mind. 😁 Then I asked the AI if such a feat could be done. Clearly, she knows nothing at all. 🔎 In practice, here’s what happens: A coin

While they create juicy fruits seedless in laboratories I wonder who will hold the privilege of having a garden when all that madness becomes the norm... I left my verses as seeds in all your gardens And

I was invited to a summer opening activity at La Finquita del Arte in Playa Baracoa. Summer here is eternal, but well… 🤷‍♀ 😄 It is always a great pleasure to go there, sharing with so many pleasant and