Vislumbres, distopias, manchas fugazes de emoções anônimas cartografados numa fracionada sonografia em que entram a fala, o canto, os burburinhos, os objetos e sujeitos da cidade.
'Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.' W. Shakespeare (The Tempest)
'That is God...A shout in the street.' J. Joyce (Ulysses)
instalação sonora
Fundação Cultural BADESC
Bloomsday 2016
