The interrupted forest
by Nuno Teorónio Pereira
A forest of white poles gently descends down the flanks of the hill and catches our wandering attention. It hesitates in front of the street and suddenly stops short - the river ending its journey. As we circle around below, we pass lines whose geometries lose themselves into the infinite. The moment is instantaneous, and there is a desire to go back for a contemplative look. This vision lasts no longer than an intake of breath; the traffic around us is ceaseless - long and dense lines of cars moving toward the city. It'll have to wait for another day.