Much more than black and white photography. I am overcome with emotions about a new today and a long-forgotten yesterday, like thumbing through the pages of an old book. I run a lens over a canvas, to blossom flowers of emptiness and spread the fragrance of the dimensionless figure you handed over me in a crowded street of despair .

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