O “manifesto político e poético” de Emma no fechamento do festival Almada

No começo, todo mundo os dorme. Eles estão em uma linha, indistintos de pijama e camisas para dormir. They resonate, sigh, yawn between here and there, and remain in a limbo alien to the world of war, poverty, discrimination, randomness of destination, various violence allowed and fed by the cities we live in. While some sleep inside the center’s borders, protected and in front of a future with wide horizons, others, beyond this imaginary line – but real effects – sleep in which almost everything comes down to survival and a stubborn (even if tiny) hope that tomorrow can be despertado em um mundo um pouco menos bombardeado e com um horizonte menos esmagado do céu pesado e baixo.

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