Invited musician: Ricardo Jacinto (Cello). "Cycle I" from the record Medusa II
Photo: Margarida Azevedo
Inhale and... exhale.
Inhale and... exhale.
Repeat it calmly and rhythmically.
Strained. Lying. Inhale and exhale. There is nothing that a naked body does not reveal to us in its silhouette of shadows and silences.
Inhale... and exhale.
Inhale... and exhale.
Repeat it calmly and rhythmically.
He emits a small and profound grunt. Deep, meaningful and strenuous.
"Do you hear it?" - She asked him as he remained as mute and as silent as the walls of the room that insisted on not wanting to hear.
The door creaked behind the footprints of her damp feet.
Inhale and... exhale.
Inhale and... exhale.
It is eleven p.m. and the light from the street lamp reflects a faded glow in the mirror of the room.
The silences of his body were short notes on her cello.
Only the essentials remained. The primary and elementary.
Inhale... and exhale.
Inhale... and exhale.
"Love? Do you hear?" - She whispered at the door while he remained blind and exhausted.
The door closed. Now he only have the marks on the floor made by the heels of her shoes.
.
Inhale and... exhale.
Inhale and... exhale.
Inhale and...
Inhale.
His breath held up as he opened his eyes and he could no longer hear the strings reverberate on the mute walls.
Exhale...
Please.
Exhale...