It is a city and its alleys. There are people who pass by and meet to each other. The beauty of ruined buildings and the sadness of those same buildings in rubble. Bicycle-taxis, American cars and citadels. Doors and walls. The walls and Yulier P’s sad-beautiful graffiti. An Old Havana, a very old one.
Authors
Osbel Concepción,
Osbel
