The sea carries with it such a force that I can still remember how the waves of that beach of Anare burst in my body. Wrong beach, which wasn't even a beach, open ocean, medium and big fish walking our feet and looks unknown in the myth of youth. I was 20 years old in an arena I had never seen before, bathed by a new, incessant and vast sea, only for five children in two tents. Today, almost a year later, I realize how much I loved 2018, hating it and crying for it, I loved it innocently, there resides the magic of these photographs, the mist of those days is now clear and the blow of the waves is warm and necessary.

I found myself in the depths of silence this 2019, is how to wake up and forget that you can say, that you can reason, is to let go completely by the instinct and the crudity of feelings. The sea is like that, you accept and love all the strength and energy it gives you, it is life because it acts on us without asking us and we never end up understanding its form, its time or its movement.

The sea is that space that when we believe dominated, comes again and drags you to where you no longer touch bottom. The black sea is that flavor that leaves on your lips the certainty that everything I touch is really in the space of the unknown.