From the most remote corners of the world listen to the heartbeats that beat beyond the deficiencies and beyond the problems.
Feelings that unintentionally unite in a positive vibration that moves the world, a strange magical sensation, beyond language, beyond the color of the skin, beyond beliefs and beyond reason; and their beginnings are sometimes humble, bare feet in our cardboard houses, as Creole as the soup in the firewood.
Photography and content of my authorship.
