Photographer's Note

I remember, when I was a kid, to wait patiently for the low tide on the hot days of summertime. The sand surface extended then for almost 30km from where I lived down to the South. I would then rush outside to play football with the kids from the neighbourhood.

If I close my eyes, I can still feel today the touch of the wet sand against my feet naked skin as I was running after the ball, letting my instincts run free. The smell and the sound of the Atlantic Ocean are still around, sometimes, before I close my eyes at night. Since then, civilization took over our lives, consolidating its process as it does with every man and woman. So much distance in between as if our social educational process would tear us apart from the basics of our human inner expression. The more we tend towards a “civilized” world, and the more we seem to become like schizoids unable to take full advantage of our human dimension potential. Shadows of our own selves.

I took this photo in my hometown, where I grew up. Taken with the memories of an adult man, but with the eyes of a child.

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