Nights of solitude and silence, wandering astray, restless, through the sleeping city. Always in the quest for some light to beat the darkness, a mirror to find the desires, fears, dreams and wounds that shape the self identity. Finding in the others one’s own hidden faces: the weakness that makes us human, the longing of love, beauty in tragedy, the feeling of loss being a seeker.
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