I caught with eagerness, the essence that perfumes my memories. I transformed it into a door of visual poetry that will show you in each of its snapshots why the time fell in love with Havana. Returning home still means almost a transportation to childhood. Imagine discovering something that was daily and yet you do not remember it until you see it. Everything grows and transforms when you look and feel through the memory. This is the result of such an experience when I returned to my house, camera in hand. An attempt to capture, a threat to trap its irreplaceable heat. A desire not to forget the faces that have been part of my environment during the age of dreams. Because despite the beautiful surprise that implies a reunion. I do not want to be surprised with such verve. I do not want to feel that I have it so far or that I forget so soon. For that reason and more, habáname.