The men lives
Mergellina's seafront. Naples.
An ancient Castle stand on the sea. I go out whit the idea of rest myself. My camera is always whit me, because I always think that something might happens!
I'm faithful to my camera, of that kind of fidelity that awards.
I stop, I seat on a rock and I observe.
A group of children improvise a sequence of plunges from the landing-stage of the castle.they attract my look, I don't shrink from the "drama" of that beauty... and I let myself to be hurted by that moment.
The first shot, the second... and so on.
I'm mixed up in a moment of their life, in their daily "drama", the drama of an heart that goes on, through the difficulties, affirming its positivity.
I capture their movement that is expression of their need of beauty.
Unmistakeable sign that life can be lived whatever may happens.
I photograph and I discover their drama and mine!
I look at my shots and I become aware of the infinity informations that a frame contains they are like wards telling us what I have seen.
Lines, tones, and colors are expression of what has happened and they become language whereby I tell to the world that, in spite of all... The man lives!
