“Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world pierced by a ray of light, and suddenly it is evening”. Each stranger is one more of us that we ignore in secrecy. In this way, with a great melancholy and a sense of unveiling, Salvatore managed to express the uncertainty and longing for the existence of each stranger. Thus, with this poem by Salvatore Quasimodo I began to photograph and write about strangers, sometimes imagining their lives; at least,  thinking that we cross on this path for a brief instant for a reason.