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Finally I choose the universal language of Photographs in order to leave each man free to express a feeling just with their own eyes, with their faces, with their expressions.

In this way the observer, scanning the faces of the subject, can read his soul instantaneously, just by reading his skin, the wrinkles, the roughness.

A Furrowed brow tells us a the story of sailors. Rising early before to the sun, days spent inside rowing a boat just to make ends meet.

Sunburnt Skin consumed by both saltwater and weariness.

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