There’s a place I go to, where no one knows me…

Destination. This word can lock so many meanings, but as usual, depends of where we are standing in life. What do you think it is more important, the view or the road? Maybe you are one of those who is just trying to float away, or one of the others who are constantly thinking about…

One night with InCuBuS

I’m starting this article listening “Sick Sad Little World” from their 2004 album A Crow Left of the Murder. What do you know about Brandon Boyd? He is the millennial metal voice. What do you know about Incubus? They are the bad that is doing what most bands don’t. I was on my early 20’s…

Con 84 años, mi abuela visita Chicago por primera vez.

Esto se lo contaré así… Llamé a mi tío un miércoles por la tarde y le pregunté: “Mijo, ¿puedo ir a visitarlos?”, a lo que él me respondió: “Más bien, nosotros te visitamos a ti”. Pero a última hora tuvo que finiquitar unos negocios y solo viajó mi abuela. Tengo que empezar diciéndoles que desde…

I wish I had been born in 1950’s

I will need you to close your eyes, and imagine a world that started to get colored and was overcoming a world war. This was a time where people on the streets used to dressed with white and black Saddle Shoes, long skirts and nice shirts, they walked to the rhythm of Jailhouse Rock, first…