A SEA SO THAT IF IT THREW TO THE SKY - I stood back of the oceans - I went to the astral firmament to the blow from where I was born to that done black cupula above all the human breathing - I flew as an iniquitous seraphim in the inopportune ones super new for among hundreds of busy angels in the tonal traffic of beloved partiturs - I dared finally that the earth as the sky could have the dense texture of a sea sacred sea that planned the dream in the scent of the irrefragable sea smell - A sea like this that if it threw to the sky in a jump filling them the clouds in the pressure of the atmospheric epifanias it would Vibrate the earth then with the hot rain and fulgurant on the algid instability of the blood - João do Carmo - Portuguese painter, writer and art master