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B R E A T H
A FINE ART PROJECT
A year alive, that I did not give more and I gave myself. Because my heart is raw and my veins are on fire. Of not being able to breathe.
And there was my mom, waiting for me. -Mom, how do you do it?- And she told me, -I can because you are here. First of October, I started to breathe again. That day I quit smoking.
You gave me the strength to trust myself. That I could beyond my 30 years of addiction.
These images are a reflection of those moments of pride, where I could take a deep breath, free at last, and enjoy nature, without a cigarette between my fingers.
This project is in your honor ma, and mine. For the strength that united us and that unites us. I love you.
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