One day, when I was planning a new project, I thought I would like to narrate a story about some old man in Sicily. When I was thinking about this project I didn't know exactly how to start it, and what rose to my thoughts was: “Once upon a time there was...”.

“No, no... That’s old! I cannot begin a story in this way... it's much too expected” I replied to myself, maybe writing was not the best choice for this story.
 
 

“I’d like to narrate the stories without using my own language”, was my new intention. 
 

I was looking for a way to leave each subject free to tell his own story: no interferences, no additions. 

In this way the observer, scanning the faces of the subject, can read his soul instantaneously, just by reading his skin, the wrinkles, the roughness. 
 

A Furrowed brow tells us a the story of sailors. Waking up early before to the sun, days spent inside rowing a boat just to make ends meet.

In another photo the parched skin tells us tales about a countryman. A proud person, as genuine as his gaze. Deep eyes forged by the sun. 
 

If it's a good photo, no words are needed because the image speaks better than a million words.