Copyright © 2011 Silvino da Silva Silvino da Silva is an anthropologist (Ms) with a deep passion for people, nature and photography. He wants to capture in his photos the feelings of the environment, the expressions of people, their hearts. He has been a professor and an accounting specialist dedicating most of his time now [...]

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Copyright © 2010 Silvino da Silva Silvino da Silva is an anthropologist (Ms) with a deep passion for people, nature and photography. He wants to capture in his photos the feelings of the environment, the expressions of people, their hearts. He has been a professor and an accounting specialist dedicating most of his time now [...]

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“I want to live in your camera, take a picture of my heart with yours.” Joseph Arthur-Evidence How do you like that Rebel? Remember that camera, the thousand dollar picture taker you came into my house and stole, ripped off, lifted. Do you get a high every time you click the shutter at someones body [...]

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When I was young I believed I would keep the same friends forever. My very first friend was a boy named Charlie. Charlie lived across the street in one of the better kept track houses that we all owned. Charlie’s family had dichondra while most of us had crabgrass. Dichondra is fancy one leaf round [...]

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Following a cobblestone path to an unexpected stage, in innocence I would watch moving dolls playact a story for the masses. I stood in a purple corduroy dresses reflecting on my patent leather shoes. It was hot. The hosts hid underneath a camouflage mysterious as the church alter. I barely understood the litany from those [...]

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