On Tuesdays, I go to the street market to buy what is necessary for my mother. Last time, on a rainy day, I decided to take advantage of having my camera and take some pictures. I walked and clicked without great ambitions until I came across this character at the intersection of two streets. I tried to hide behind the vans, but then I orbited him a few times. I realized that it was not just a living sculpture, but a father accompanied by his son, who, from time to time, sat on an old suitcase. The severity of Roman dress and Adilson's aluminized skin were dematerialized by his kindness, dropping pieces of glossy paper in the air when he received some wages. Alexandre, his son, sometimes went to check the container ahead and spoke to his father in front of the small fortune: "look dad, we have a lot!" Impossible not to remember Bicycle Thieves and the Italian film tradition. Difficult to put in words everything I feel when I review this image. A slap of reality and a breath of hope at the same time. I want to believe, like the little Alexandre, that those coins are really enough.