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Graphically translated from the respective work painted in oil on canvas

The past, not as a memory to browse for regrets, but as an index of oneself.
The awareness of time that does not exist, we are time.
Changes that inevitably make us unique.
The present, unpredictable and elusive, has no stops.
The future is a mortar that with its pestle consumes and reduces our life to moments.
We look for the right ingredients to serve us happiness.