Collection of Artists

A spectator told me that just like me, she went to Rio de Janeiro and told me about a sensation. When she traveled to Rio, the song À flor da pele by Zeca Baleiro was never the same again. And she sang to me a part of the chorus: "I’m so much on the surface of my skin that any kiss makes me cry". We share the same feeling, after living in Brazil it seems that the Brazilian music that we listened to so much before, gains another meaning. It seems that we really understand and feel the lyrics after living them around there.

A spectator offered himself to inhabit the stage with me. I remember that he was sitting in one of the furthest chairs. He got up and came to lie on the bed that is part of the set. Lying down side by side, he told me a little about himself and when I asked him about an artistic event that had changed him, he made a brief silence and answered me the film Nymphomaniac by Lars Von Trier. I asked him, why? He said, "Because I'm a nympho too”.

On a tour in a city where I only did one show, one night, only one spectator was collected. He told me about when he saw a video by Helena Almeida and why he can’t forget it. Helena Almeida was trying to go up a chair and not being able to do so. He doesn't forget that video because of the sense of flaw it proposes. The constant falling and trying again... falling and trying again…

She told me that when she was a teenager she played Juliet and during rehearsals she fell in love with the actor who played Romeo. Inevitably she never forgot that play, that show.