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The Widsom of the Past
Why do I like photos?! Because they draw a story, a story inscribed in the gaze, in the folds and textures of the skin, in the movement of the body and the stolen looks of the soul. Some pictures don’t lie, evoke in the mind the precise memory of a particular moment, a precise feeling … what you were. Certain emotions are not distant anymore, they are there, on the film. And then you remember how wonderful it was to be full of hope in those days gone by … those days in where there was a perpetual possibility of an eternal present.
Goodbye unconscious happiness killed by the past, I wrote your memoirs through small fragments of me.
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