2020

It wasn't that long ago. You could still see the same childish zinc sky when someone approached. They were still mute, although they had the sensation of a voice, perhaps from within, coming from hearing as if seeing it, the other way round. The          found guilt. They tried to listen.

Wrong names, wrong streets, the same spaces. Familiar.

- the sweat expands after the impact, throwing remnants of the skin into space;

- the spring in your neck holds the tip of the blade with which each droplet cuts you until it lands in the air, invisible, suspending its former heat;

- the water becomes lukewarm, dust, mould and shell;

The          tries to hear, the          floats on the hard borders of wakefulness, twists, leans, follows a deep corridor, with each larger step the          sometimes finds a tongue, a damp, empty corner. The          , letter , letter , letter , letter , letter , letter , letter, letter , searches, slowly escapes, always kept within the limits of the body, muffled by them. The imaginary too,

because the grid, being an empty space or, if we can't hide the , full, is necessarily an emptiness that we try to occupy but can't fill.

Lights, fireplaces, the roads at the edge of the journey and the first summer lunch. Was that it? Was is that what the          was trying to hear? It's not sculpture, it's not drawing; it's imagery filling in, remodelling space, creating a landscape. Rooster? Beach? There were always several voices, as if with each wave the plumb line that connected the symphony was undone. The          was searching.

- skin becomes a ruin, it breathes in the distance;

- we know that touching who we touch marks another distance in time;

- the light is so clear that the wind takes becomes a silhouette;

The marrow foams inside, chewing cities seen from above, at night, teeth. You can only walk within the right angle so you don’t sweat. The          searches and, as such, it defines a value, a scale, it moves by the act of moving. The search: letter , letter , letter , letter , letter , letter , letter, letter .

Originally written in Portuguese for ‘false slumber false sound’