Here is something I bring with me from Cuba.
A deep sadness that lies in the folds and wrinkles of the skin, the brilliance and brightness of the eyes for the empty looks and the silences.
A repressed sadness, earned with years of frustration, impotence an almost perfect revolution, dehumanising, that leaves no room for the individual. A sadness contained and a fight against it, no shot shock of antidepressants, consumption for pleasure or party, but humour, shots of humour y and an attitude to life, friendship, respect, work and values.
1500 photos! Where do I start? Let us see........If you classify by series: Havana, Nature, Portraits, homes, transport, colour, black and white......Ooof!
Okay. So I go first to the portraits and I upload everything as long as I have time.