PoesÃa Escondida/Hidden Poetry A night, during my first trip to Havana, I sit on the steps of the Capitolio and observe, finally relaxed, the life that flows before me. A old man, toothless and with a big smile comes over and asks me: â€œTienes fuego?â€. I reply that I do not smoke. He looks at me and, says with an wry smile: â€œNo tengo ni fuego ni nada pero tengo tanta poesÃa!â€ (Neither I keep fire nor else but I keep a lot of poetry), and then he gets up and walk away smiling and dancing ... So begins my journey to Havana, a city which I read a lot and heard even more, for good and evil, like heaven or hell. Walking at leisurely pace through the streets and alleys, between the dark houses or along the shining MalecÃ³n, slowly I realized what I was looking for: its poetry. These images try to do without clichÃ©s and acquire from the immense human river flowing into the city.