AINDA QUE COBRISSE A CIDADE DE VERSOS NÃO DARIA CONTA DO MAR
EVEN IF I COATED THE TOWN WITH MY VERSES I WOULDN'T SURPASS THE SEA
At two different points of the globe, mother and daughter stare at the port of their towns in a disjointed synchrony. An ocean on one side and a sea on the other. Water and time. Two detached presences are joined for a brief moment.