Olhos parados - Manoel de Barros “Looking, repairing everything around, without the slightest intention of poetry. Rotate your arms, breathe the fresh air, remember your relatives. Remember our home, our sisters, brothers and our parents. Remembering that they are far away and missing them... Remembering the city where you were born, with innocence, and laughing to yourself. Laugh at past things. Longing for purity. Remembering songs, dances, girlfriends we once had. Remembering places we've been and things we've seen. Remembering trips we've taken and friends who stayed far away. Remember close friends and conversations with them. Knowing that we actually have friends! Take a leaf from a tree, chew it, feel the wind across your face… Feel the sun. I like to see all things. Enjoy being there walking. To like being so forgotten. Enjoy this moment. To enjoy this emotion so full of intimate riches.”