These photos show and tell of an allegorical journey through the depths, most remote and intimate, of my inner self. A conscious journey that unwinds tortuously through the dark paths leading to awareness. Like Dante's Inferno, the little girl acts as a mentor and beloved guide. traveling companion and lighthouse that illuminates and gives security to my foggy wanderings. The essentiality of the pinhole lens is optimally suited to represent the composite, kaleidoscopic and abstract anatomy of the nature of these feelings. The landscape takes expressiveness and loses definition and matter. a gray veil of silence and solitude envelops the senses and perceptions. Mirages and illusions. The hollow voice of the wind drags away the echo of thoughts and memories. The wind sounds melancholy notes of ancient regrets. The sweet belly of the hills cradle the hopes that lie deep in the human heart. like an obsessive dream feeds the fog and clouds. Fear, hope, silence, abandonment, separation ... this journey that does not know time and does not conceive any border.