I' m not a photographer. Only a L I G H T . H U N T E R and a D R E A M S . S A L E R.
A night, I was walking somewhere, or NOWHERE, in one of this BACK OF BEYONDS where I love enjoying time, observe, listen. This night, a old old men - his old age made him so beautiful - WHISPERED me with his timeless language that photographers are travellers. A kind of new gypsies, RUNNING THE WORLDS, trampled lands which through there lenses seem to be all diferents. Inspired by lively MUSIC from which are detaching old songs of damped accordion and of rough guitar strings, sculpted in a RARE wood.
He told me, as gypsies, you have to go to LIVE, go on your way, follow the WIND, don't be afraid of the MOON, go away,
CATCH THE TIME you will find a NEW BREATH.