
Meu Lar é Meu Espelho é Meu Lar

Heróica

Tróia

Acheronta movebo



Virgílio

We see what the eye sees. Changing it, perhaps we could unveil (ἀλήθεια – aletheia) what the phenomenon hides with its own appearance; what it is but is also displaced and projected on what we understand as time, space and consciousness. Or maybe pure hallucination, fantasy, traces of an objective world that imposes its disjunctions and is distorted by the human hope of the union of all meanings. Anyway, we talk about dreams.