Vale is my father, and God is my brother. I am not from the chapel, I am not from São João. My roof is the sky, my bed is the floor. I am from the womb. Lyrics by Jefferson Cordeiro and the people of the Jequitinhonha Valley (MG).
The most suffocating is the awareness that nothing is happening. All the veins are drying without the blood running through them. I came to Barão Geraldo because things happen here. Here people love as much as dolls hang themselves and chicken are slaughtered to death. Would I still hang dolls and burn memories in the next 18 years? It astonishes me how less and less I do not care for things that are not my extension. Being my own destruction is the only way. Intimacy is a farewell. All I see is a lot water and all the colors are not enough. All forms of comunication are not enough for a lot of water.
