{DISSOLVINGS}

Looking at the reflections, the distortions of light that freely penetrates the myriad of convex lenses of rainwater drops on the windshield of my car, I see a reality that transforms into a dreamlike and poetic world.

The distortion of reality and the explosion of colors spread and materialize and, the streets and some of its passers-by, the buildings, venacular constructions, the urban landscape as a whole merge, creating, without pity or mercy, the mystery of the life of this city and of these people.