I think that life events may occur which, although dramatic and negative, fail to impress themselves and bring forth in us a different viewpoint on what surrounds us. From this perception of the world around us that never stops, mature our way of being alive and on life.
The conception of history to the Human Being is a directed path to a final end. The man in his parable, long for us, but so short as to be insignificant to this planet, has always sought the immortality of the soul in religion, and the historical in his acts. He told himself in caves in the mists of time, erected magnificent temples to their gods, erected statues to their heroes, mausoleums built to honor the fallen and his portraits have appeared in works of art of the most famous artists of all ages .
Then, everything changed. A change that today we are only skimming the outlines of a real revolution, photography.
Today I like to think that it is an art, but more a tool with a high number of purposes in human hands. Whose curiosity, whose creativity has always proved greater than his cruelty. Today we can tell a story with ease. The photograph enables us to travel between the folds of time and space. It reminds us that people do not take us more. We live the lives of other people, but not only of who is portrayed, but also of those who at that time he took that picture. Why do not you ever forget it, photography is a moment of life as seen through the eyes of another person. That 's your life you are living, and perhaps even his emotions.