Taquari House / Estúdio Empena

"Sometimes light, sometimes shadow. The body moves as if it could speak on its own. It thanks the pulses of nature for connecting the soul to the sky tinged with colors that choose the horizon, a mantle for all people. Bare feet shrink at the cold touch of the plunge into the waters. And they, so admiring, speak directly to the stars. Sometimes light, sometimes shadow. The body traverses the space in the desire to be. And time becomes a shelter. There is no disguise there for the truth of each path." Poem by Izabela Brettas