He looks at his parents and fondly remembers how he served at his father’s table, how he now serves his children. His mother, a hardy, patient, purposeful and constant woman, was the fortress of the house, the strength of the father, tormented by the anguish of his torn life, constant sadness, unshakably established as an attitude of life. . He remembers the loves of his youth, with seriousness and indignation he meets the first refusal, but also the first disappointment, which also led him to the first cigarette.

Sepulveda is the parent of guilt. Forced to live away from his children, he struggles with guilt, love, acceptance, forgiveness. And on his way, he achieves an imperceptible victory, calms down with the thought that his children can always count on him, he is their constant. He is preoccupied with the loss, the death that awaits those of his comrades whom he respects and honors, in memory of whom he raises a little wine. But just as painfully, he experiences the loss of his four-legged family members, whom he says goodbye with respect and sadness. This absence of animals becomes an occasion to talk to your children about death, love, care, the dignity of the end.

Texts are mirrored on photos and vice versa. Images of joy, relaxation, care, sadness, images aimed, as the author says, at the return of our forgotten personal fragments, forms that we would like to be, but abandoned them out of cowardice or out of ridiculous conventionality. Sepulveda, it seems, did not obey, he tried to determine his fate, to get out of the ghetto where he was born, to make words, stories, literature through self-knowledge and self-realization.

The author’s assessment is given by two stories loved by the translator and the publisher. “If you have nowhere to cry”, Sepulveda will create a nightmarish, terrible and ridiculous scene at the same time, he will place you in his twilight, and his imagination, without boundaries and barriers, uncontrollable and raging, will lead you to find in despair and panic a way to cry for a long time, moving from unkissed to slow crying. “Love and Death” is a tribute to his young sons to teach them what it means to lose only because of love.

A smile of understanding, acceptance and bitterness accompanies the reader when he reads and at the same time watches the photographs. Because a person is revealed before him, closely connected with life, who treats it as a struggle, as a pleasure, as a series of dreams, for the realization of which he fought at a high price. In conclusion, modestly but proudly: “But I entered the ring, and that’s all that matters.”