I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning in roosters crows.
At 6, sparrows were singing in a big buxus below my window. Even if you hear them, you don't know what season, day or part of the day is. They sing all the time. I guess it is not by chance that sparrows have their own world day which coincides with the world happiness day, in a Monday. This is my favorite moment: early in the morning.
If you are lucky, you start the day with a silence, like the words itself refuse, a complice, to be spoken. You just listen the birds and then, bit by bit, the buzz of the street gets you. If you are lucky, the day is, in the morning, a white piece of paper. You start to draw, with a pencil and a coffee aside.
I don’t like to wake up late. Because the good solitude from dawn is gone. When it's your moment of good solitude?
The pictures are made in moments of solitude, at the country.