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

You know what has to happen. You know it. It’s just a matter of speeding up and crossing the finish line… or waiting for the road to bring you those flashes in which time turns into an animal, a shadow,

Next, I’m going to share some clips I filmed yesterday during our Sunday adventure to El Salado Beach. But let me explain what you’re about to see. 🤣 The first thing you see is the road in the locality

Incluí al final la versión en español... I know that in translation you English speakers will miss a few things. 😆

I jumped up to second place on that Strava segment near home — yep, second with 35 seconds. You may not understand the joy this achievement gives me because you might not have followed my posts. So here’s

Said it in my post yesterday — heading to the Saturday workout this project sets up for groups, with routes of different levels around the city. I picked Cojímar. It turns out that one of the members of

Hi, here I am again, sharing a few things that pushed me to write this post just before grabbing my bike and heading off to a fishing town in Havana. I think I only went there once before by bike, but

It was such a great surprise to see our cyclist Arlenis Sierra finishing in the top ten of this classic race on Sunday. So, 😄 I’m thrilled to contribute here with my Cycling ChitChat (you can see I can’t

’Cause I think of you when I stand before the greatness of the world ’Cause I can always push further ’Cause silence isn’t our punishment, it’s what pulls us closer every single day ’Cause in my heart

One of the things I have been repeating to myself every day for quite some time now is that it is non‑negotiable for me to remain in the role of victim — a role in which, unconsciously and unfortunately,

I’ve noticed that these days people here on Hive have been talking about turning 50, about the supposed invisibility of women at that age, and things along those lines. I read, as part of an initiative

Hello, I came up with this rather odd post… hahaha… I hope you’ll bear with me. 😜 I asked the guys to snap some photos when I wasn’t looking, and they later shared them in the group so I’d have memories

I’ve put together a short video with some moments from our return journey from Puerto Escondido, in Mayabeque province, back to Havana. In my previous post I mentioned I was over there. It was a beautiful

Sunday 5 April, 3:50 am. I woke up just before 3 am, as I usually do under normal circumstances... And I say ‘normal circumstances’ because I’m actually sleeping here right now. Where? You might ask. Well,

GIF Perhaps because I am preparing to go further. Beyond these photos I took some time ago at the lowlands of the Santa Ana River. We have beautiful places very close by; it is only a matter of grabbing

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

Warblers are countless… just imagine that in the Americas there are between 117 and 126 species of the Parulidae family, and in Eurasia, Africa and Oceania there are approximately 350 of the Sylviidae

Since I wrote this post, I saved some photos to turn them into black and white. In the editing process I came across many difficulties, and all the while I kept thinking of a great master whose work we

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,