#travelletters

I don't want to be the pufferfish All things considered, the pufferfish devotes its carefree existence to drawing perfect geometries on the seafloor (for love), never suspecting that one of its few predators

There are many things in this world that we cannot see, hear, touch or feel with our human senses, but that does not mean they do not exist. In fact, we live in a world where what really matters is invisible.

sea este latido hueco / desafinado este azul que no me llena... sea mi respiración entrecortada sea la magia que nos perdimos... esta vida sin rumbo...

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

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

Today I had planned to take part in a 90 km route. I was excited because it was also going to be the first time I used my new cycling shoes. However, things happened… that kept me from sleeping, and I

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

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

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

You wake and look for me inside the house of many sleeps. You lift the living room rug by its corner, and wonder what's become of me. You whistle in stove, rouse up an old witch made of spill-grease and

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

🎻 El violín enojado (The angry violin) 🎻 English (click here!) If you thought you had seen it all, let me tell you that you have yet to see an angry violin, but what could be the reason it looks so upset?

“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

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

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

🌿 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,

un día puse mis manos sobre las del amanecer y encontré una isla tallé en un tronco alto y poderoso mi alegría el motivo el encanto de no estar en el mismo lugar ni en el mismo tiempo de saberme mía y

⛈ ¡Hola, soy Tormenta! (Hello, I'm Storm!) ⛈ English (click here!) Hello, I'm Storm! Some fear me so much that they start running desperately when they see me, others are fascinated by my power and chase