“(…) We smile, we suffer, we grow tired and we almost forget to breathe. Without forgetting that exhaustion is an enigma to feeling. At night, a glass of wine is the only possible sanitizer for the soul. The glass moistens our lips, but what we would really like is to open our doors to our friends, rush to the sea without corridors in our breath, without contagion listed on our screens.
Cold water, waves rippling over our feet, things like that, blissful, free of care”.

“Observatory of days”, Rosa Alice Branco