In these days a story came to my mind, indeed a period.

A fragment of it is the one in which my parents, who worked desperately from dawn to late evening, often left me with a lady who is in a small house next door. I was back from school and I was there, until they came to pick me up ... those were the years when you searched inspirations ... I remember that the daughter used to watch music shows and I was crazy about Spandau Ballet, Pink Floyd, Tears for Fears and Duran Duran; the first outings were to the village music shop, to buy tapes… music has always been an important part of my life. In that house there were stray cats that narrate ... once the cat gave birth in the basement while we were watching everything. This too is engraved in my mind. I remember my friends playing volleyball in the courtyard where I lived, and I watched them through the roller shutter… or from behind the curtain. Sometimes the family asked me why I didn't join them, but I replied that I didn't know them. It wasn't true, it was true that I loved even the simple act of looking, looking in my own way. Those were the years in which influences were formed, we said ...

This underwater photography serie is ongoing, shot with a Nikonos camera whenever I have a chance for doing it, that is not so often lately, and is not that different from the volleyball days.