Photographic Project: The Time In The Oblivion /// Location: Elderly in Venezuela

Photographing more of the guests of this home and the most notorious representations in my short stay at home, much to say, but more than that, much to teach, that the photographs speak for themselves ...

Emotions that are grieving, every day with every second that weighs more than the previous one and the
calendar moves against the tide, while hope spreads to see the smile of being
Beloved sneak through the inert day. The illusion is unison in each space with the desire to love and
Warm up with your presence, because forgetting is cold and bleak. And I will not fall prey to my fears or
victim of my restlessness, once again I resist giving up on you, I wait for you in it
doomed Maybe I can't see you coming in the distance or maybe I can't hear your march
steps, what I can do is beat through your memories and smile with the idea that today will be my
day so longed for, luck will be on my side, today I can feel your touch in my wrinkles, your warmth
It will recharge my soul, I will breathe the love of your presence, my faith will be rewarded, the vibration of your voice will be
the fuel for my next wait and I will know that I have won one of many battles
Time in oblivion.

Victoria Balza

A dream goal that reaching is the example of perseverance of an end, path, life or
destiny as you want to call it, without a doubt that what makes us human is the vile and paradisiacal
feeling of love, a light full of color that gives meaning to the heart and sense to the grayness of
desolation, for a new day when oblivion is extinguished and time is worth a new one
smile full of radiance, one more day for the heart.