I caught with eagerness, the
essence that perfumes my memories. I transformed it into a
door of visual poetry that will show you in each of its
snapshots why the time fell in love with Havana.
Why returning home still means almost a transportation to
childhood. A fantasy mask that covers all the places that
keep a moment. Imagine discovering something that was daily
and yet you do not remember it until you see it. Everything
grows and transforms when you look and feel through the
memory.
This is the result of such an experience when I returned to
my house, camera in hand. An attempt to capture, a threat to
trap its irreplaceable heat. A desire not to forget the
faces that have been part of my environment during the age
of dreams. Because despite the beautiful surprise that
implies a reunion. I do not want to be surprised with such
verve. I do not want to feel that I have it so far or that I
forget so soon.
For that reason and more, habáname.