Fábio Miguel Roque

 

I took this on a trip to Rome. And the time that I took it felt the same as today I feel when looking at it, I’m looking at one of those old gods, dark and faceless, even today it appears to me in dreams, using an old and rusty sword, screaming my name, leading me to where I belong! I do not know what happened that day, I do not know what happened since then.