Street Moments

Don't get me wrong I live in the heart of one of the largest cities around the world, and I don't really like the landscapes. I am the son of the city. However; today started at 4 A.M. with a cockcrow. I woke up devastated and I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards, because - by then - I already have started dreaming...

In my dreams, I stepped into the streets with one mission in mind: to catch the cock. Who could have known that I already have it on my hands??

We, the city people, grow up in the streets. We learn the dirty tongue, "the street jargon," right on spot. People sleep, people pray, people mourn, people seize, people interact, people scream, peaople curse and people masturbate there.

This is life, and the dreams we have are nothing more than a collection of what our brains could not have the chance to process during the day. We have the dreams because the night is too long to sleep thoroughly as we have the streets because the life is too long to walk all alone.

We, the photographers, know it. We grab our cameras, jump into streets and capture the lonely souls lost in the crowd. We collect them so that we have some company in our dreams... That's all, that's all...