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You don't become something from one day to the other. You start with things that may seem not too important. It all started in my early childhood. The characters, the histories and popular myths, the histories of far away ships full of ghostly pirates and beautiful mermaids, the color of the ocean and the mountain always so near from wherever I was as a child. The immense tables of color seen from the mountains, the fields of corn, wheat, the vineyards that extended forever big in the eyes of a child, the rivers playing like long serpentines on the laps of the earth. The smell of the grass, the eucalyptus, the rain, there started my life as an artist.

I saw a goat and a donkey, a horse and a man and we looked each other eye to eye. I saw the moon and looked for the image of a little donkey and a poor child and a mother. My mind and my eyes they were always looking and finding things, and one day I went up that small mountain, where the home of my grandparents lay sleeping in the valley under the mountain and I looked down and I saw that goat, that horse, that man from a different point of view . . .

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