I sit in the almost empty cafes. I see the shoes of people passing by. Unfamiliar people create an irrelevant moment.

Throughout the city, there are some palm trees. In a corner someone wrote: machines are less flexible.

I spend some days without seeing anyone. Some portraits on the wall look complacent. Light changes everything and is entertained in its path. I disconnect.

Plants change color. The two parts of a cactus open up and two new parts appear. A slow process that accompanies domestic episodes.

After talking about important things, we created a plan based on similar thought forms. We like it when it rains and we appreciate small incidents as they should. The things we plant take time to grow, but we can wait.

Julieta do Vale, 2010