A river mouth is where a river flows into the sea.
A meeting of fresh and salt waters.
One body flowing into another.
Boats sail through this encounter and drift apart.
Some, anchored, long to leave, while others wish to return. I long for movement.
I admire the audacity of those who come from a narrow, winding path and cast themselves into the infinite.
This series is a journey through narrow streets and alleys, where time seems suspended, and beauty can be found in the ordinary, art in the everyday, and poetry in the details.
These are stories of common life unfolding in a slow cadence, as if the rush of the modern world has no permission to enter.
Strolling through these streets casually is like diving into a book of living stories. Through the wooden doors weathered by time, each with its own charm, are portals that invite the imagination.
Each house is a universe in itself, a microcosm of emotions, dreams, and realities. And we, silent observers, are invited to witness and celebrate this constant dance between the private and the public, between being and seeming.
There are paths that ask us to slow down.
This series seeks to capture the essence of coastal serenity at the moment the sun disappears.
The combination of an inspiring light with a place that is pure poetry for the eyes.
The meeting of this land with the sea, blending into a fusion of colors that enchants the senses.
A beauty that can be called timeless.
Horizons seduce me because they carry the strength and calm that live in blue, a color that awakens infinities and immerses me in the immensity of the world.
It is a landscape that gives rest to the eyes and the soul.
A place to get lost or find yourself.
Observing the mist hovering over the sea is facing the mystery head-on.
It tells you secrets in layers and leads you to the place of imagination. They are particles suspended in the air, like dust, like us in this vastness.
Sorrento is a coastal city in southwestern Italy, facing the Bay of Naples.
A charming place on the Amalfi Coast that seduces with its vibrant colors, whether of the sea, flowers, or its architecture.
There, life moves slowly, allowing us to navigate more attentively among its streets, alleys, mountains, and roads bordering cliffs with a sea view.
A true portal to see and feel the beauty of the world.
Calm for the mind. Breath for the soul. Peace in the heart.
A park amidst the skyscrapers of New York.
Central Park represents a pause in frenetic lives.
And beauty in my path.
Among fruits, flowers, and leaves: ladybugs and an enchanted universe.
It seems like a distant world, but it’s right there in my garden.
Focus on what’s possible. Admire the achievable.
The dry branch that today lies on the table as an ornament,
once bore leaves, flowers, and fruits.
It was life, nourishment, and shade.
And before it was a branch, it was a trunk, root, and seed.
It was life, shelter, and foundation.
Today, it merely lies
São Paulo is one of the most populous cities in the world.
Fascinated by this complexity, my lenses move between the macro and the micro and question:
High density and high solitude. How do they inhabit the same place?
So many minds, but they do not dialogue.
So many bodies, but they do not connect.
Thousands of self-absorbed worlds, which, even inhabiting the same room, will never meet.