Yohanna Rodrigues

Os Barcos

Caetano Gotardo

Anne Rodrigues, Lígia Zilbersztejn

I saw leaves that were moving. I thought: "It's a bird in its nest". I separated the leaves and looked; but there was no bird. The leaves continued to move. As I ran, faster and faster, I screamed. What moved the leaves? What moves my heart, my legs?