A lot of things exist in the life that you/they capture the look, but only few capture your heart. you Follow those" Entering an abandoned place, the dust and the objects left in the disorder, they dip us in a past world, far. Silently we are involved in the cobwebs, in the photos and in the rubbed magazines.Through the glass door, the worn out fixtures let bundles of light to enter, that you/they apparently fill empty rooms. With the photo I try to transmit the emotions, every time different, that these places transmit me.