Violeta Mora Acosta
Alberto Leal
A hazy layer covers an abandoned town, the noise has replaced the sounds of nature, the machines do not stop. A man performs a rite to try to save us.
Mpaka
The night is dark and cold, I walk through the plantations, I look at the leaves and stems of the banana trees while memories of my grandfather come to my mind.
Háblame
Perhaps the gap between the memory of the past and that of the future is where you can search and find better.
Impossible to Find Something by Looking
