A body that searches for a suspended body which at times touches the place and is almost weightless a body which at times is person and bird a body that takes off from land into space, a space that does not exist, but invents itself for some moments. The bliss of lightness, the scream sung by the queen who goes by the same place leaving a faint trace, maybe feathers a person who goes through a landscape, another person who confuses itself with the first , being the same small suspension in time in the direction of a path yet to be traced.

Isabel Barros.