Once I shot an X-ray eclipse in front of the lens from the courtyard of the canal where he worked, everything turned a lead gray incredible patiesíto was a boy and this time the sun overhead. Once
filmed an accident in which some children fell into the river with his car. Once
filmed a girl making love with me. Once
filmed at night a terrible storm and so lonely that it felt like being alone in an abandoned city hit by the fury. Once
filmed a terrible storm in a field in Uruguay, was a cerradísima night, there were about 3000 people according to organizers of the forum that brought us together and the sky Rajabi in giant ray burst that exploded with a force and a light that made the day. Drums sounded in the rain and lightning was amplified each in the shouts and applause of the people. The sense of the primary, the show provided by nature after nuetras four walls. Once
filmed a riot at a police station, had incendiadio a dungeon and the soldiers left locked up a kid of 19 who died burned, the others were lying on the sidewalk of the guard infantry, his body bare, heads peeled raw from the burns and the executioners they stepped back, its filth shouted in the ear while the monkeys howled in pain.
Once I filmed the whole procession of people Santafesino accompanying the remains of the cemetery Monsoon black. Impressive to see the neighborhoods down the center, thousands to say goodbye and mourn the black, the giant Carlitos Monzon. Once I shot
to Sarna, my oldest dog, the most companion, you need to talk, to have his image forever. Once filmed
strong Bichi get some great goals in the graveyard of the elephants, and the court exploits of madness! Once
filmed around the west of my city under the waters of the Salado River from a helicopter, the roofs were just the evening before we had filmed as the hospital was flooded children from the ground, the water was coming at breakneck speed through the streets of the neighborhood. The next day the helicopter only saw the roof of the hospital and the sun was in glory on the surface of water reflecting the pure blue sky, calm, the streets, among the roofs of neighborhoods of 30 000 and more; canoes plied the disaster in a silence so tragic, so damn beautiful a picture of something so wildly awful.
Once my best friend I shot exactly 24 hours before it bursts in an accident. Once
Salvador and Isabel filmed running along the coast shit laughing Colastiné thrilled to be with me walking around. Once I shot
peel in Mar del Plata, totally sucked off in a van with a company of puppeteers from the south, drawing from the galley to a hilarious Mateico when we passed the Torreón del Monje.
Once Brussa filmed an interview with a judge complicit in genocide, dripping smell of fear and whiskey, the proboscis was a waterfall, that withdrawal will now have to jail you bastard, and I enjoyed how two well-trained and knowledgeable journalists did fall into their own pit of shit.
I see less and less with the right eye, left now use the viewfinder.
