The only way out

The only way out

I travel through people and their sad stories, with a bag full of outrageous blessings on a quest for truth; while a dream of hidden death is embedded in my pictures, drenched -like flowers- in nectar of tears… For I know that suddenly, in a smile of pain, my heart will bleed and wane to a cold, pathetic bye.

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About Mauro Metallo

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

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