FESTIVAL DANCE DANCE DANCE
Point without return of space and time in silence, without filters, without glazed porcelain dolls. They smell of memories, stories of someone already in ashes. I enter the house through the broken window, both feet at the same time, and inhale that old dust from old people who have been there. Before they gave birth standing, they loved each other in a circle, in the tangled hair of the tide. I still hear her in the distance as I wear my fur coat and make up words for what I don't feel. Because what I feel, I know it well. I place it in my body.
Criação: Inês Ferin e Maria Adelaide Fonseca
Interpretação: Maria Adelaide Fonseca
Texto e voz: Verónica Mato
Som, luz e figurinos: Inês Ferin
Técnico de luz: a anunciar
Técnico de som: Inês Ferin