Beijar a terra
Beijei a terra com os meus olhos, a minha
boca e os meus dedos
Enrolei-a a mim em círculos inumeráveis
E em contemplações intermináveis
Dissolvi-me nos seus segredos.
Sophia de Mello Breyner
The land of my parents is very similar to
the land of the Serra dos Barros that
sleeps in the Algarve. It is reddish, with pinkish tones as if it had been
stained with cherry juice.
The soil is a summary of the living and
inert beings that have been in contact with it. Thus the sands of Playa de Lota are blonde because it
contains the remains of the golden seashells.
The humus of Sitio do Pocinho is dark due to the presence of the carob tree, as
the land of the Barrocal is an almost
Franciscan brown; perhaps from this order this tree has taken the vow of
poverty.
Dear Fran, I have just come to see the
exhibition of a Portuguese artist who in the ancient school of Santa Rita —
converted a few years ago into a Research and Information Center — has mounted
on the bond of the ground we walk on and the artistic possibilities that it can
offer.
Roteiro da Exposição |
Do not expect to see a large showing, like
those that are exhibited in many galleries or museums, rather, approach it
putting your head and your heart at the height of your feet and thus you will
better understand the message that Ricardo Baptista wants to convey to us.
Y. a.
Mary
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