wanderlust

(Quote from ‚HAVANA HOURS‚

Imitation of Innocence by José Ramón Fajador)

Streets lined with mansions that have fallen prey to the poison ivy of time. Silently, they oppress their long-spanning incertitude, being a witness of the years and the history. All these years, all these stories. We can see people walking down the streets, lost in thought, with faces of everyday’s haze of indifference, while others are immersed in the surrounding setting, barely standing out.