Paths, dreams
I left my footprints on so many paths that have already been erased. So many paths have seen me go and come back. Who hugged me like a son hugs a father. Just like lovers know how to hug each other. Paths that I may never take again; that I will no longer see; that they will no longer see me. The paths have many memories. Memories have many paths.
My generous look of gratitude is what remains materialized in the photographic images I take of my walks. That look will also one day disappear; it will pass. Just like a candle that, when consumed, goes out, one day I will pass. Just like everything in life will fade away; it will pass. Photographic memories will also one day fade and also pass away.
Ephemeral memories of the paths. Ephemeral paths of memory. Ephemeral traces. Ephemeral photographic images.
Ephemeral lives.
Antonio Mozeto 