Travelling  through the disparate latitudes and places, I have always had the feeling that I was somehow connected to the women I met along the way and that their faces and gestures, however apparently different, shared some common and familiar traits. It is therefore that I went back to the photos of my travels around the world and tried to penetrate the gazes that I had captured with the complicity of my victims. I patiently re-evoked the voices, the laughter, the composed silences. Here are some of those photographs.