For as long as I can remember, my closest friends always referred to me as Mr. V. Music (myspace.com/mrvproclub) as well as photography is a strong passion of mine. Here's a story where my loves coincide.

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Her name is Danni Bay. She had it. You know that "it" that you just want to watch, get close to, and feel... That intangible "it" that she was oblivious to possessing.

My name is Cristina Poetto and I live in Argentina. I’m 27 years old.
I still remember the first paint lesson in a abandon train station.
I remember Hugo, my first teacher. The tables full of pencils, colors, books, friends. The fights of crayons with pablo, one of my first loves. The portraits of Iara, Alexis…the company of my older sister.

We're belting along, it's cool. Not many people around. So far, I like this city. A mutt's following us. It's got an odd look about it and a long gash which shuts one eye down. To start with, we don't really pay any attention to it but it's walking on our heels and won't leave us alone, with its stunned look and hanging out tongue. It looks cool. I like it. We call it Hakuman man...