I have experienced every possible feeling toward my mother, from worship to criticism, support to jealousy, happiness to misery, love to hate. My mother is the base for many characteristics in me, and with the years I see more similarities. She has many faces, and is a source of constant discovery. She is a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sexual woman, a strong Amazon, and a little girl. And I find myself switching roles with her. I once thought that to take pictures of my mom would help me overcome the fear of time passing, but the photography only shows me the cruelty of time, and even the pictures of faces without wrinkles do not comfort me.