I love the sea. The way it knows the world so well as to dress itself with big blue skies. Hiding from us so much mystery and so much beauty. I love sitting on the pale sand of the beach and watching the waves crashing on rocky islands in the middle of nowhere, floating in nothingness, doing absolutely nothing.
I love the feeling of watching the time of things passing so quickly, but so deep and mysterious. This is ephemeral, but immortal.
If one thing I've learned from photography is that it allows us to be young forever. Eternal mysterious creatures. That even after a snap on my camera, I look at them strangely. I'm a part of that. I'm part of eternalizing people. In turns them into statues. I'm feeling somethang like Medusa writing it - but c'mon - it's real.
Statues that lived good and happy moments. Alongside people who made them laugh, cry and fall in love with all of this sh*t what we call life. It's bootiful, huh?
Bruna and Cesar sent me an e-mail, the kind that makes us think. Over time we have learned that people don't cross our lives by chance. We become friends, the kinda that sleeps in each other's house. We traveled to the beach, ate good meat, danced all nai long, dropped by the pool, watched the tide rise and go. And we celebrate. We celebrate life. Love. The old fire that burns in the dark night.
I made friends. So goo' frands.
I made great partners-in-crime. and in roadtrip too.
And I made one of the most eternal memories I carry with me.
I saw love.
And I fell in love.
Because this is what it all is about. See yourself. I swear. I'm not lying.