HAVANA TIMES – The Riomar is maybe a Titanic with the vast sea behind, sometimes calm, other times stormy. However, indifference is the storm that is making it crumble away, the salty air is just a undercover agent. It was a luxurious Titanic once upon a time, moored in Miramar, Havana.
I watch it collapse, wild trees grow inside its walls, the sea view is hazy from inside. You can hear dull murmurs in amidst its rubble, voices that once recognized it as their own. It is no longer a mass, memories shatter every minute, a new moon dies.
This video took a couple of hours. I have to admit that I was afraid of the overwhelming loneliness on its empty floors, its phantasmagorical shadows surrounding me, scavenger birds live on the roof and invade every space. At least these birds have found their home here, and they live peacefully.
You have to look at it in a different way, with the moss eroding its skin, weariness on its back, the echo of the beauty that is vanishing; like a living corpse that feeds off its own ashes.