Nights

When I was a child I could not stand the lack of light that invariably occurs in late October and lasts until spring. I lived in a small village made up of houses and fields, where I used to move by bike and not have the light meant not move, meant to return soon even though I was in the field of corn behind the house, meant to stop the practice match football behind the church too soon , although the best on the field remained in the dark for games that ended 32 to 32 "who will score the last, will be the winner.". The feeling of melancholy that occurred on time every year is also evident now that I have forty years, on time in late October stomach tightens and I just can not swallow, even certain smells of autumn related to the life outside as the brushwood burned by farmers they relate to that feeling.. This series is an attempt to kill the hateful emotion, try to find light in the darkness of late afternoon that for me it is night, while shooting perceive scents that evoke feelings I had as a child, the glow that I see in the dark are my struggle against the melancholy that by the end of October and for several months does not want to abandon me.