4.27.2018

Letter for a Friend


If I am right, I did like 3708 photos (so far) of your Instagram. People who live with me, use to say that I have some problems when I am speaking with someone else. It's like I consider that the other person involved in a conversation with me, would have access in advance to my mind. Actually, people have no idea of what I am speaking about. Thus, the best way that I've found to communicate effectively was writing. This is why I write so much, and I'm going to write about this amazing experience.

Around my 300º like I realized that my goal was even bigger than I'd first thought. There was a history behind every photo posted and it would be unfair to give a like without even knowing what the photo was trying to reveal. At that moment, I realized that I had already won the jackpot.

I will try in a simple way describe what I felt through this trip from 2010 to 2018.

Firstly,  I have to say that your professional evolution is clear, as well as the evolution of your photos and the way you work. The Japanese say that if you want to be outstanding in something you need to repeat that 1000 times. Indeed, repetition leads you to excellence, but it's impossible to reach that without discipline, without the willingness to become outstanding. I believe that you do your work with excellence, and the only reason you have reached success was throughout a lot of discipline, the desire to be always better and the desire to learn and find something new. Keep doing this buddy. Don't be afraid of the unpredictable, don't be afraid to take decisions, only the most prepared people are capable of leave their footprints on this planet. You are one of them.

It was amazing to see how your "models" were changing during this time. For necessity, to fill the gap or to supply the absence of someone. Or, to supply the need of the one who did not even exist. I loved when Frankie was your main model and he was your son and you were his daddy. Also, I could see all you love with your nephews and all your happiness. Although I could see your sadness when they stopped appearing in your photos. Fortunately, as this universe is wise, soon another model started to show up in your photos. Your son was born and with him, all that happiness were back, your photos were more vivid, the light was different. In some way, they were reflecting all of your love and joy for your paternity. I couldn't forget to mention, your model number one, your wife. Always supporting you, she has a paramount role in the achievement of that excellence that I mentioned before.

Congratulations to value your mother and by the dozens of kisses and hugs that I could see through your photos. Be aware that when everything is falling apart and there is only hopeless, she will be there, ready to have you and help you in some way, here in this world or in any other place in this universe. Be a son is wonderful, and I am glad to know that you are a really good son. Only when we are good sons for our parents we are capable of being good fathers for our sons.

I thought amazing that you, a world-class photographer, also used to put "boards" in your photos on Instagram. I believed that I was the only one who liked to do that. I loved to know that I was on the right path. Also, I loved to testify your celebrations when your heart's team, Avai, did win games. I don't know where is your bike anymore, there were only two photos of it. I am so sad that there is no more Orkut because your mother can't look after her "farm" anymore. Fortunately, Candy Crush is over, so you can have your "wife back" ( but today there is the “train city”).

It's amazing how the success is not capable of changing the essence of certain people. You are one of them. There are people who didn't travel half of you have done, who don't know half of the people that you know, who didn't achieve 1/10 of your success but has no education enough to say one simple "good morning" to you.

The reason for those achievements is that you are humble, just, with untouched values, and I am very proud to call you as my friend. A person who embraces and kisses my son as if he were his own son,  will never be tempted to change, no matter how much success he has achieved in life.

It's a privilege for me to say to everyone that I know you. It's a privilege for me to call you my friend. I want to say thank you for had given me this prize in advance. Have the chance to follow your history was one of the good things that happened to me. I feel like a winner.

May God continue to bless you and your family. May the clicks of your camera continue to accompany the beating of your heart forever and ever.

See you my friend.

4.16.2018

Instant Gratification

There were 6 people waiting for the Pet shop opening on Sunday morning. They had to wait for 15 minutes until the opening. Three of them without mobiles and the others with mobiles in their hands. Guess who interacted each other?

Without mobiles were a little girl, an old lady and I. 
With the mobile were the little girl daddy, a guy, and a woman. 

We are losing our interaction ability. Nobody cares about each other anymore.

To sum up, we (the three free hands) talked for 15 minutes about many subjects. Real people in a real world. And I have a clear recollection of their faces.

The other three? Hmmm, let me think? No, I can't. Were they really real?