The “Farolim de Felgueiras”, on the right bank of the River Douro encountering the sea. Porto, Portugal. Photo by Antonio Pereira, 2015.
At the first time I saw that dear friend of decades of letters, from so many Madredeus, drawings, poems, Calvino, Caeiro, he wore his black hat and red shirt. It was the magic of the eternal being that we are – all of us. Tuning of colours fused, confused, diffuse energies which unite and transform to create, recreate, rewire. The wonder that is the life, that is to be entirely beyond the intellectuality which only burns in our chest, ripping our flesh and makes bleeds. Transpose this barrier is to break free from a life of abuse, made of misfortunes that stifle creativity, which makes us what we are not. What we are is everything. Everything is into us. And with him I’ve experienced the love and the pain of being.