In a historic city frequented by pirates and corsairs, governed by Spaniards and Englishman, in the city of the columns, as Alejo Carpentier would say, center of interaction between the new world and the old continent, we find ourselves detained in time, surrounded by the sea, and bathed in an infinite panorama of social and visual inspiration that grows every second.
When I create music, I am a coral, I am sand, I am the sea that surrounds my island, and like the waves, which serve as a bridge between the ocean and our land, I feel obliged to rescue, and bring afloat, that vast cultural history that our island possesses. A photo by Ricky Castillo.">
In a historic city frequented by pirates and corsairs, governed by Spaniards and Englishman, in the city of the columns, as Alejo Carpentier would say, center of interaction between the new world and the old continent, we find ourselves detained in time, surrounded by the sea, and bathed in an infinite panorama of social and visual inspiration that grows every second.
When I create music, I am a coral, I am sand, I am the sea that surrounds my island, and like the waves, which serve as a bridge between the ocean and our land, I feel obliged to rescue, and bring afloat, that vast cultural history that our island possesses. A photo by Ricky Castillo." />
In a historic city frequented by pirates and corsairs, governed by Spaniards and Englishman, in the city of the columns, as Alejo Carpentier would say, center of interaction between the new world and the old continent, we find ourselves detained in time, surrounded by the sea, and bathed in an infinite panorama of social and visual inspiration that grows every second.
When I create music, I am a coral, I am sand, I am the sea that surrounds my island, and like the waves, which serve as a bridge between the ocean and our land, I feel obliged to rescue, and bring afloat, that vast cultural history that our island possesses. A photo by Ricky Castillo.">
