One day, without knowing whether I was led by any external signs or creating them, I have gone / come to China?/P>

?A camera had slipped into my luggage?/P>

I arrived into the heart of the Middle Empire, in the center of the center, a sprawling town, a big river, a crowd I could not understand,,,

The only thing I knew was that ?the valley抯 spirit ? the one who never dies, was, for Laozi, also called ?the mysterious feminine ?

I have loaded, armed, aimed at, shot? the eye stuck to the viewfinder, but with these words of war, I could not capture anything. Images were slipping between my fingers?/P>

?And her majesty the River still flowing?/P>

Then, in my confusion, I have closed my eyes and, like in a gesture of sacrifice, I have turned the camera against me, drowned it into the darkness, the forbidden where exposures slow down; and slowly, softly, between tiny spaces, a meaning has appeared before disappearing as fast as the light and the uncontrolled movement of the bodies?/P>

匱he night ?/P>

?There has been unexpected encounters?/P>

The impermanence of time which never stops,
The mystery which could not be revealed,
The memory of my inner China ?/P>