"[…] he lost control. He rose without haste, as if he only thought to stretch his limbs, and with a perfectly regulated and methodical fury he grabbed the texts one after the other [...]

Begonias, the vases of the ferns, and one after the other he cut them to pieces against the floor. Fernanda was frightened, since in fact she had not had until then a clear idea of the tremendous inner strength of her blather, but by now it was too late for any attempt at rectification. Intoxicated by the irrepressible torrent of the [...] systematic, serene outburst, with the same parsimony with which he had papered the house of banknotes, he then broke against the walls [...] everything that was shattered by the salons at the barn [. ..]"

This photography work tell about the Flooding River of the Ete in Sant'Elpidio a Mare - Marche-Italy in 2011. In this disaster happened that a mother and her daughter died, because they went by car on the bridge and the river bring them far. So i image the last moments when the daughter sees the river rise and says "Mom, the Ete!" and the mom answer "That's ok", and in the dialect of Sant'Elpidio a Mare it sounds like "Ma', l'Ete" "Ma lete".

For the frames I used the dried mud collected by the flooding of the river.

For the introducing, i use part of the text of "One hundred years of solitude" by Gabriel Garçia Marquez.