While looking at the fog, the water vapor that moved crazily everywhere, I felt that this was a very special moment. I was cold, felt vertigo, but at the same time I felt that I was in a moment of life, which was like "having everything fulfilled", one of satisfaction.

The notes came even with my ragged breath and, on the toes and their tension, can be guessed the precipice that there is, yes! There’s certainly a precipice, where in the end, I threw all my sorrows, disappointments and so on.

There in the cold and the fog and the notes, I felt that I did not care about what was left behind on the past. As no longer apathy, indifference and all the bad that others project in us, can affect in a significant way.

How many times have I encountered stones on the road! And what do they matter to me? There, thought from the perspective of fog and height, nothing really matters. They do not affect.

Many people stay strictly in photography, but there is much more ... for me, I care about image and I care about what’s being felt ... being those notes that came out of the pumpkin, one after the other, in the silence ... as intruders in a forest with its owners.

That silence, those notes, that fog ... have more strength in my heart than the image standing alone. I always trespass an image, with a text, a feeling, a memory, something shared ...

Now, with practically everything fulfilled ... what do I care about anything? I care nothing.