REGISTRATION: Youth

For six months we've had the opportunity to work with a group of young people from the Castelo Branco area. With them we've braved the weather and the way with our teeth and claws out, we've launched the rockets and caught the reeds and we've once again heard the sound of the volcano which, although it seems to be asleep, can awaken at any moment.

INSCRIÇÃO: Juventude

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REGISTRATION: Youth

PERFORMING ARTS

For six months we had the opportunity to work with a group of young people from the Castelo Branco area.

With them we faced the weather and the way with our claws and teeth out, we launched the rockets and caught the reeds, and once again we heard the sound of the volcano which, seemingly asleep, could awaken at any moment.

SYNOPSIS

I tattooed the word “ALWAYS” on the time we spent here together.

Together, we made a blood pact. Together, we kissed this ground and kept it forever, as if it were our own secret.

Did you know that where we are now was once a huge void? Did you know that there was a time when we too were a tiny dot wandering in the immense universe? Can you believe it? We put our lips together and the world disappears.

We are the last lovers in history. Side by side. Can you believe it? Let’s go? We hold hands. We close our eyes. The wind’s body becomes our body. Can you feel it? Our hands clasp. Are you ready? After a silence, you say yes, easing the weight of your hand on mine. And the world as we knew it disappears. Houses cease to be houses. The streets lose their boundaries.