Descent

I make photographs to throw myself into dreams, to create my own comfortable world, to relive the happiness that I felt as a child, centuries ago.

Yet with a word, with a thought, my reality comes crashing down on me, screaming and yelling my name. My soul seems to be fading and slipping, and all I can do is to sit silent, watching my heart sink into the abyss once more…

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

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