I sit inside coffee places when they are almost empty. I look at the shoes of people passing by. Unfamiliar people create an irrelevant moment.

Throughout the city, some palm trees can be found. On a street corner someone wrote: machines are less flexible.

I spend a few days without seeing anyone. Some portraits on the wall indulgently observe. The light changes everything and lingers on its way. I disconnect.

The plants change their colour. The two parts of a cactus open up and two new parts arise. A slow process that goes with domestic episodes.

After talking about important things, we create a plan based in similar ways of thinking. We enjoy the rain and aprecciate the small incidents as it should be. The things we plant take their time to grow, but we can wait.

Julieta do Vale, 2010