I travel to the depths of my being, I always see myself drowning in the past, In the colors and shapes of nostalgia, in clothes, food, In conceptual music from Mozart to the Beatles and Ping Floyd, From paintings and poems and lovely negative photos, And the films of Salvation in Shushang to Forrest Gump and... that I may have to mention them day and night, And the faces that are always in my mind Che Guevara, Maradona, Alpacino, Marlon Brando, Merlon Monroe, etc... I love classics, And half of the beauty of my world is in it...