Poseydon, Graffism et Love's photostream

With a humble and sincere perspective of wanting to show something that moves me... that evolves quickly, that burns out and disappears in the inconsolable rhythm of the beats that marks the countdown of our lives, I have the privilege of showing a few fragments of the creations by a fascinated dreamer, who awoke one day by wanting to break the grey by pouring my heart on pathetic horizons of the suburbs. I lived this in stolen moments at work, sometimes from family and friends and many sleepless nights.In this documentation I civilize a part of my most untamed self. In exchange, I let this remain a little longer in time. There are very few of us that choose the word graffiti as a flag of liberty, without dogmas, in my way of understanding it, in constant transformation, in its ever-subversive techniques. Today, I am still perplexed in the face of the prison in which we live, and I fight to live this part of my existence without chains.

Ars Longa... Vita Brevis