Text inspired by Chris H.Lynn film/sounds 

From her earliest memory she does the path taken
she faces traces and forms in deep sleep
which create a lively and colorful landscape.

She used to run in a dawn
and feels every day a reborn
an eternal life.

She looks each piece of this framed world
in multiply details
until her running is gone…

However, the sound of water distracts her
and with eyes closed
she perceives other sounds.

[between one sound and others
water fills her]

Water being absorbed by her skin
Water being carried to inside her
Water being moved with the wind

Water which flows between her fingers
Water which supports her weight
Water which makes her diving.


She reaches a green field with yellow grass.


About Ana Villas Boas

I’m an urban sociologist and runner based in São Paulo, Brasil, focused on studies about body movement, landscapes, sounds, silence and senses. My current work has been on cultural heritage and preservation studies and I’m also yoga teacher, certified by Kundalini Research Institute.
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1 Response to Criptomnesia

  1. For us, immersed in the language, the water is just the water. For the poet, rejoicing in the same universe of language, the water becomes a magical element. As the child is born, the poet who is reborn rediscovers and resigns each new component of the universe before common. Now, each minimal spark is sacred.

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