By davidsantafe on Skatehive
ENGLISH VERSIÓN ✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ It had become so common for me to walk at least two or three times a month through the streets of Havana, especially the cobblestone streets of Old Havana, that already, just a month and a few days after my last trip to that city, I feel a certain nostalgia. It is true that this year the pace of some things that take me to the capital has slowed down, and in other things I have lost pace. But that is normal, and everything has its dialectic, and that of the traveler is also expressed in some periodic changes to his routine. It is also true that some very essential things have lowered the pressure too much on the car of motivations, and the deceleration was noticed more quickly, but my footsteps will return to leave their traces on the aged streets of Havana. The swallows will return, the honeysuckle will return... said the poet. I will return to Havana, I say. Anyway, in my last presence in the capital environment, I had the opportunity to capture a goo