Rio — From the atlantic forest, the sounds only penetrate the night, ricoching from mountains between towers, suspended and still in the air. Beneath the darkness, a Pão de Açúcar, that even the endless sky spreading from the rooftops to the invisible sea can not subtract from memories. Brightening lights of flats, colors of the buildings, the strip of the favela nearby climbs in between the towers, ...
Rio — From a certain age, I acquired the habit of reading. Read a lot . The enormous amount of time on buses at Rio de Janeiro gave me plenty of time to exercise this habit. So, as anyone who knows his work...
Rio — It´s funny the way that sometimes we are close to something, but at the same far away from it. I live in a town that is just one hour and a half flight away from Rio, and it took me a lot of years to...
Rio — Sometimes you need to visit other countries before starting to truly admire yours. Or at least that is how it went with me. Nowadays I usually go out with my girlfriend to what we call a “tourist day”...
The shelter
Publishing for the People.
The day i met Eduardo Galeano
Inside the city
The unbearable burden of conformity.
My first time in Rio de Janeiro
Hi! Oi!
Rain imminent
Do you remember the sun? – en route to the airport yesterday was warm and nice…
A sunday afternoon in Rio de Janeiro.
Opening Hi with my head over the clouds...