I convinced myself that something will serve this flow of colors, This becoming of forms that in reality do not exist and that the photographic appliance allows me to recreate.
Perhaps it is only an deluded claim of creation, An attempt for a moment to be the god, The creator of my visions. In vain for my emotions.
Perhaps…
But I believe it. I believe in me. Yes… I believe that there is a poor deluded in me who believes in itself.
