#inkedjourneys

There are many things in the world that cannot be seen or felt with the senses, but that does not mean they do not exist. Emotions such as love, hate and fear cannot be seen, and yet they exist. Hay muchas

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

They say that remembering is reliving, feeling those experiences, seeing again what you saw or hearing again what you’ve already heard. Dicen que recordar es volver a vivir, sentir esas experiencias, volver

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

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

In the world of the invisible there are many things, things that cannot be seen and lie beyond the horizon. They cannot be seen with the physical eyes, but they can be felt; that is why the fact that we

Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are all one. Los pensamientos no son la nada,

El viaje de un coelccionista de magia / The journey of a magic collector

A brief and strange conversation with "Anatole," a dead person who sometimes comes and speaks in the streets... 📷✍️

(poesía)

If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life itself. Do not let life slip away. Si no

A walk on a rural road south of Montalbán ends up becoming a metaphysical moment of inner exploration!... 📷✍️

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

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,

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...