I have always been attracted to objects and places in which the passing of time is quite evident.

 

Objects, that were touched by other hands that no longer exist, in which remain, in some way, traces of a time and previous lives. I really consider them treasures that when you touch them you can feel those other past lives.

 

Abandoned places where, previously, life was frantic . And where now only a disturbing and enigmatic silence remains. In these places I find beauty among so much rubbish, dust and ruins. Not only in the whole but in the details that I find.

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Here you can breathe and hear the past of something that was and existed. And never again.