english

“So I must leave, I'll have to go to Las Vegas or Monaco and win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same”

Abba, Money, Money, Money, 1976.

Texts:

Ciber-juegos, hiperrealidad y arte | ALEJANDRO IGLESIAS & FERNANDO PROTO GUTIERREZ

(spanish)

Dance, dance otherwise we are lost! Reflections on Wim Wenders’ ‘Pina’ | CHRISTINA GRAMMATIKOPOULOU

(english)

Taller de investigación, Centro Multimedia–CENART

Texto originalmente publicado en: Revista El Bibliotecario, Dirección General de Bibliotecas del Conaculta, México

português

português

Macumba Antropófaga Urbana de Sampã, Teatro Oficina Uzyna Uzona, 2011.

português

Carlito Carvalhosa. A soma dos dias, 2010.

Ἀερίων ἐπέων ἂρχομαι ἀλλ’ ὀν’ατων
With words of air I begin, for this reason they are words soft in hearing)
Sappho

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Poetry has its roots in human breath
and what would become of us if this breath diminished?
Giorgos Seferis

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