Brussels, Belgium First time walking through the Brussels’ streets, the first contact with the city. I fell in love in that precisely moment. I fell in love with the music, with the street musicians, with the art that was surrounding me. New city, full of sensations and emotions, not ordinary, not normal. Tears that wanted to appear, glowing eyes. My heart was full of joy when I took this picture.

Paris, France My favorite spot in Paris. I stopped sightseeing other places just for the pleasure of returning to this same place, everyday. In one of those getaways, a friend started to read me the cards near one of the Seine’s bridges. To complete the magic of the environment, and in the middle of the reading, a musician installed his instruments next to us and started to play. Indie folk music that mixed with the river, the wind and the sun. Calmness.

Paris, France The rustic of his instruments caught my attention: a suitcase as a bass drum, his blue guitar, a gray old harmonic and a yellow tambourine. Green pants, green socks and a vintage hat that was completed with his ginger hair. He had no fears in his eyes. Can you imagine no fears and a peaceful smile?

Paris, France Walking through the Paris Metro. Turned left, he was standing there. A melodic nostalgic sound. His eyes closed as I went by, tears over my face, stared at him and passed. Arrived to the line to go to my destination, waited there while still hearing the sound lags. The metro came and I watched it go, I couldn’t enter… Turned back and returned.

Paris, France Music stitches the broken parts within us, so no man can be lonely if he has got sounds with him. -Taken while walking near the Notre Dame Cathedral. Distant shot, close feelings.

Brussels, Belgium First night at Grand Place, when I see a guitar and yellow lights, I see you.

Brussels, Belgium Believe that it is.

Paris, France

Paris, France