I stopped...
I thought...
I moved forward...
Not always in that order, not always with order
Keep me in the discontent of the thankless task of keeping all the tasks
I know you know
We`re again at the beginning
The mother who tells her daughter a story her grandmother told her
In a stage of production matter of a show that standing up we watch to sweep the floor in the end
I was nailing with stilettos grooves of interrupted smiles, made hastily
I remember the times when I looked forward and with closed eyes I trusted
I remember the days when I still had spare time to restart…
...the time...
I saw a seagull who drowned a cuckoo clock at sea
Tomorrow is time for I don`t remember
Tonight I dreamed in black and white and I kept sleeping.
It was hair wrapping around my head
I woke up twice in the middle of my sleep and I thought I wasn`t breathing
I pushed the hair away but they were words gagging my mouth
I thought...
I moved forward...
Not always in that order, not always with order
Keep me in the discontent of the thankless task of keeping all the tasks
I know you know
We`re again at the beginning
The mother who tells her daughter a story her grandmother told her
In a stage of production matter of a show that standing up we watch to sweep the floor in the end
I was nailing with stilettos grooves of interrupted smiles, made hastily
I remember the times when I looked forward and with closed eyes I trusted
I remember the days when I still had spare time to restart…
...the time...
I saw a seagull who drowned a cuckoo clock at sea
Tomorrow is time for I don`t remember
Tonight I dreamed in black and white and I kept sleeping.
It was hair wrapping around my head
I woke up twice in the middle of my sleep and I thought I wasn`t breathing
I pushed the hair away but they were words gagging my mouth
Este vídeo é uma peça da exposição de Hélia Aluai "WE ARE WHAT YOU ARE" (Porto 2010)
Textos: Cristina Sevla
Coreografia/dança: Vera Santos
Música: Quico Serrano
Imagem e Edição: Tânia Duarte
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