Sometimes I go in a bar, have a beer and watch the people sitting ... what stories do these strangers have to tell us?
Between lights, shadows, colors, not even hearing voices, behind the lens I admire their faces and their expressions, I'm really fascinated and I lose myself into the details of what is happening around, imagining the stories of these strangers that I would know better for an instant.
I can almost see their worlds made of a thousand thoughts, thoughts of joy, worry, sadness, love.
With every shot I dream the story of a mother, a girlfriend, a longtime's story friends, a lonely girl, a small group of motorcyclists arrived from afar.
Meanwhile, I look out of the window of the bar ... even the sea wants its part.