We enter in an old building. Windows are covered with plaster and dust. Inside, charcoal sketches are scattered in a large bulk of cracked sculptures. In the heart of this profusion, Torres is listening to opera music while he shapes a Zeus of several meters high,

« I have a simple life that suits me » says the sculptor. « The day I sculpt, the evening I meet my wife, and that's all. I'm happy that way, I do not need anything else. »