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a love story between old people. about illness and cure. parkinson. senile dementia. death.

AMORE

I began this series the moment I faced a photography that I could not take because it was too painful for me and also because I was part of it, of the pain and of the picture. To bear the heaviness of that unbearable image, I began to take other pictures.

I meant to be present at the reality of my parents and I wanted to shorten the distance between them and I.

My parents' bedroom is not the same anymore since the appearance of my father's illness, ten years ago. The room has changed to adapt to his infirmity. Light enters as a benediction in this place of incertitude, between life and death.

Other people are experiencing the same drama and I would like to keep a trace of their sobre daily heroism. Of their hands taking care of the other without asking any question, while days pass always the same and illness seems to destroy everything except compassion.

Is it not this doing that we may call for once and without lying, LOVE?

(October 2018)

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My father is dead

My father is dead

And a new era opens to me

The era of good memories

The era of eternal and extraordinary loves

The era of banishing mediocre affairs

vain men

futile words

The era against the insipid flesh

the bloodless wiggling of impostors

 

My father is dead

And a new era opens to me

The era that God commands and man executes

The era that we huddle around the fire in winter

And shelter under the vine in summer

The era of chickens and feral pigs

 

My father is dead

May the light be in you eternally

 

(25 November 2023)

WARNING!

This is not a photo-report, because :
«Nothing of that sort deserves to be showed».
(After 'Amour' a film by Michael Haneke)

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