Our experience traverses the images. What we believe to be evidences ignited by light, movement and time, are magical sequences that hypnotise us: the shale pavement that occupied our days, the heat, the sudden changes in weather, the unseasonable snow, the absence of rain, the thunderstorm, the observation of the secret death of insects, the turtle, the dogs that run loose in the village, the cycle of flowers and the houses in ruins that we found on the trips to the mountains. Not wanting to give any meaning to the world, just letting us go with it, letting go of the logical structures and go, rise and disappear, to once again talk about our dreaming matter and our falling body.

Mariana Caló e Francisco Queimadela