The authentic stories of a city is all over its walls.

All over the world, the rhythm of a city beats within its markets.

People navigate through maze-like paths, as if unconsciously participating in a huge psychological experiment.

Architecture enables urban life, yet provides with beauty and inspiration.

A single moment tells the entire story of a stranger.

Happiness is contagious, even when it is related to a stranger.

Those who pass in front of me, leave some clues of my leftovers.

States are huge, but the city is infinite.

Just as taking photos, the sailor's love is entirely made of the waiting.

Come close, even closer, till you can hear the petals whispering.

They always come back, just in time. I can count on them, and on nature, and myself.

To me, landscape photography is not composition, nor subject, but rather the light.

Thorn is a leaf that had no choice but to adjust.

Reaching upwards without loosing hold in the ground, wind will be my redemption, light will nourish my thoughts.

A drop of water never dries when it flows with other drops.