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I walk through the footsteps of people walk by
I walk paths, streets, alleys, alleys...
I look for directions of someone else I felt in the past
And that in time I lost
Images come to me, figures that have no meaning
Or maybe they even have, but they`re frozen
In some fleeting past memory
Relived in an almost present sensation
So many changes gone
And everything seems to change every moment
Clouds, smokes dissipate in space
In tense rhythms that move everything
I make portraits, immortalize facts, people, moments
I insist on retaining time... portraits
I look for directions, I walk paths
People walk by and like a movie: I walk through the footsteps!
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