A year of life passed and the camera lens pulled me in and out of the border. As the years go by, minds will become more involved and more creative. The photographer stood at the end of the lens perspective. Take a look in the mirror. Different perspectives and rays of light that shine on the body. Rebuild the body. Review again and the year of writing the pen and ink that still writes with two free hands under the skin of the city. Presses the button and changes colors. This year has been like this until now. Also, big men with fur on their bodies and occasional caresses and gay bears ....