Street life

To walk with delight and appetite in the watercolors of the city, and the everyday life of its beating heart. Staking out the route with still images, as so many testimonies of life as it is realized every minute. Feel the vibrations in all its forms.

A myriad of glances, ribbons of discoveries, from the fleeting to the flagrant, from solitudes to multitudes, from decibels to silences, everything is good in the street, everything is true.

The intensity of the mobile cohabits with the mystery of being frozen in time, silent expressions rub shoulders with eloquent attitudes, shadows tease the lights. A magnum of situations in a magnificent diversity of beings, destinies, and emotions that swarm.

To be enjoyed with the eyes.

Nets as long as there is a generous Nature.

The Falcon, Tarzan, the Archangel and me!

On the cobblestones, fashion.

End of the story.

Grand prix...is no longer to be taken, nor to be left! Youth obliges!

Where are the flowers and birds, the nonchalance, the peace of the streets, the serenity of the canals? A city armed with fatal concrete, asphyxiating, condemned.

Catch me if you can! By the tail or by the horns, take your chance.

Splitting the skies, Icarus' dream and mine. To take wings without them or feathers, to fly without looking like one. Defying nature without gravity, to burn with the pleasure of exploring beyond borders. Playing with the lightness of weightlessness, to discover from above.

In your lucky buttons, scented with hope, colored with life, you are asleep. Watch out for the caravan...

Candidates for the “Tiger Brigades”? Boxing champions? Big, strong and proud moustaches or heroes of small news? Children of love between reality and nostalgia, from the “Belle Epoque” which flows from century to century.

Say it with a kissing red, for an indelible love.

The head and legs of the rainbow.

One chance in a thousand.

Sleepy, assiduous, stunned? The world and its subjects...forced to walk.

Mystery in a Mona Lisa smile modestly veiled by the tears of heaven.

Thieves and robbers, all pigeons.

I feel light-hearted when my body evaporates with every drop in the pleasures of childhood. Then everything merges and enters in resonance: space, time, light, matter and hope.

Angel of a magical moment, spread your wings and defy the gravity of Men!

Let's go! Destination happiness, against all odds!

In an open-air bath, in spite of the scratches of the rock, the sun's scorching, the stench of rubbish and pipes, the indifference of passers-by, the honking of horns, dignity accomplishes its work. Imperturbable!

All the energy of life in my inner volcano. Beware of eruptions!

A DNA garland full of emotions, damaged by the tears of a glorious past, whose tarnished looks question the strangers who pass by carefree.

At arm's length, on the tightrope...of the void.