ENTRE O CÉU E A TERRA


Looking towards the horizon.

My eye splits the world in two. The sky remains as majestic as ever, while the chaotic symphony below finds its strange harmony on earth.

Two languages oscillating between one another— one an attempt to highlight the vivacity of life on earth, the other revealing an immersing fog that cloaks the entire landscape, a duality from which I couldn’t escape — The clouds strike again.

Suddenly, I stepped into something.

I looked down— and there they were, confidants of sun and rain: Tiny little flowers.