I'm an industry man, I've always been the one who makes the factories work, I know how they start, I know their silence when they are abandoned, so, going to photograph them I listened to what they told me "So at a certain point no one came back, no one turned on the lights and walked in my corridors and crossed my doors. So the wind began to turn free and the water slowly found its way in and wet me... Every now and then someone came and knocked down a wall and took away some cars, snatched it from my heart because by now I knew his voice and it was part of me. So without the presence of those who lit me up every day I am slowly aged, my woods are rotten, ancient bones. I remain still, I wait. Someone will come to look inside me to see the splendor of my walls stained and colored by mosses, they will play the wood of my ancient stairs with their steps and will marvel at the mysterious beauty that inhabits decadence, they will walk in religious silence as inside a sanctuary. A thousand and a thousand lives have passed through me, they have leaned against my walls, tired, they have drunk from the rivers of water of small drinking fountains, they have treated my wounds with continuous restorations, I have been a security for them and they have been for me. So enter, walk through my avenues invaded by plants and wild herbs, stop and look around, read in the traces of an infamous fire the remains of ancient woods, once solid attics. Go up my stairs and imagine how much life has passed through me how many voices have resounded inside me, I still hear them. A goodbye then, this is a goodbye, remember me for what I have been and admire what remains of me"