Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see is not what we see but what we are.
Porto is a place of memories. I've got some roots here. It's a place I like it, a place where I always return.
I have been photographing the city, family, friends and acquaintances. I come across places that have an affective effect on me. I captured them. They reflect what I feel, how I feel and what I am. I get lost in the city that I know and in the city that I keep discovering. Recently I’ve stopped seeing the city as a whole. I began to see it as fragments, fragments of my identity, of how I feel. I am part of Porto, as much as I am part of any city.
The journey, the room, the two in bed, the strong look of closeness, the face behind the buildings, the friendship and unconditional love, the dog, the children of others, hers and mine, the wings of the Angel, she's asleep, I look in the mirror, a hug, a touch on the hand, the trees, the palm trees, marks on the body and on the rock, memories of home...
Anyway, a city is the souls that inhabit there. Is the Porto that feels. It is the Porto that I feel, because "what we see is not what we see but what we are".