When I get tired, I look again...

("...quando eu cansar, volto a procurar, não pode sumir")

foot of someone who was almost a ballerina,

of someone who has danced a lot,

of someone who walks barefoot,

of someone who loves boots and closed-toe shoes,

of those who practice running these days but lately hav been out of breath and need to get back into rhythm.

foot of someone who has already crossed the sea from one end to the other,

of someone who ran a lot,

run since very young,

walk a lot, walk a little,

is discovering how to walk instead of run

foot of someone who used to be a swimmer,

foot of those who have a lot of courage even though she's so afraid

walked,. walked indeed

was nothing but a wanderer

still is

that walked down the road to ask for a ride to any place, a place unknow

and through the unknown...

the unknown remains that fate

how many times I lost trying to find myself

and many times I got lost right after that

and these days I heard a very wise phrase from a very wise woman

she said: it's very easy to get lost, finding yourself can be very difficult but getting lost is very easy

for sure

it's from here to there

I just know that today I had this experience of modeling my foot and that's when I realized that I still knew so little about myself

or rather, there's still a lot of me that I still don't know right now

my foot is proof of that

do you know all parts of yourself well?

Me, for example, until today I hadn't realized myself that way, through a sensorial experience of music, blind modeling and a journey through smell, since the material in question is a play dough that I substituted for clay

there was no clay this time

is that I needed this rescue

I missed when I was little playing with play dough

wow, how I loved it!

take it, keep playing with it, modeling things that weren't necessarily something, but were the result of something

I just didn't really know what it was

the smell, smelling the dough, rubbing it in your hand to let it become thin like a kind of snake

and then put this little snake on the table and keep rubbing it until it grows in size...

I made pizza with it, I played with so many things...

I miss that time, I needed to rescue that memory

I don't remember, for example, staying that long, from my childhood playing with it

really because I didn't play as much as I would like

it passed very fast.

But the important thing is that we can always go back and rescue

these memories,

thousand memories, memories, stories, experiences, smells, sensations, experiences

ourserlves.

I was so excited when I took off the mask covering my eyes, when I finished modeling, and I saw this foot that I decided to make a book of it.

I really did a shooting

So I keep thinking, it's not every day that we have this opportunity to understand each other, isn't it?

Should be like this

with everyone and for everyone

and then I'm listening to Tulipa while writing this and it all came together:

"nem sempre dá pra ser bom..."

But it will be good when you allow yourself.

but here it is, an exercise that I propose to you too, if you read all of this:

how is your foot?