In one of my saturday walks around Old Habana, I found myself near “El callejón del chorro” in front of lovely tiny paintings with a different taste, I got enchanted by it’s primitive detailed delicacy. Small little jewels not letting anything escape in it’s effort to reflect the city. A…

Milena’s characters belongs to our everyday life, overpopulated streets, buildings bursting with people, man, woman, kids, elderly sweating copiously while waiting for something: a bus maybe, in “Lo último que se pierde es la experanza” (Hope is the last thing to lose); dreams vanishing through the fumes of a smoking,…