The face turns at the voice of an arcade The bent neck follows the golden section of the sound caves are emptied inside out waiting spaces attention and heat Wave vertigo remains intact Awaken from breaking Crystalline returns to us as an echo Dance among the vortexes of flows That tickle the strings of knowledge Gently the frequency then fondle the concept of matter Level of cohesion springs into muscular articulation An Anadiomene with a veiled face emerges from the currents Like the first beat of a heart All within the belly of a mother remains contained in it becomes a sound that repeats In a cathedral with closed doors You are not able to perceive it If not by listening Yet the mystery is contained whom here is called truth Our journey is accompanied A solar umbrella Music on getting to know each other makes the conversation a choir Then air So future, and us again there is life it is a body for soul we proceed. Vinicius is a Brazilian Italian Artist based in Berlin currently MFA student at KKH Stockholm