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I suffer from goiter of silent things in the throat as a fire ball under clouds opacity I wish to cry out decibels that engrave Vergílio Ferreira in the explanation of invented emotions in generous narcissism that nothing adds to the nothing we have

Nothing justifies our destiny of shadows neither fire nor flame or ember we just burn sparks jumping out the fire crackle for instants and scintillate in the smoke that extinguishes them. (to read the original

WITH MY FEET FIRMLY ON THE GROUND I SEARCH FOR THE BALANCE OF THE WORDS THAT CONSTANTLY UNBALANCE MY THINKING DE PÉS BEM ASSENTES NO CHÃO PROCURO O EQUILÍBRIO DAS PALAVRAS QUE A TODO O MOMENTO DESEQUILIBRAM O MEU PENSAMENTO by Armando TABORDA, 2017

At her own private space, the ARThaus-Atelier, we are given by Manuela Horta with intermittent but diversified creative paintings, mixed techniques and installations, the last two focused on the sculptor she claims to be the first condition of her