Renato Gama  • Berlin

It was a long time ago that I lost the habit of look at old photographs, this moment is a classic from the 80s, 90s. Those family gatherings around the middle of the afternoon where after that delicious and affectionate lunch photo albums appeared in the smell of coffee. This rite marked many people, even today it happens in many families.

It is so important for us not to disconnect from the past, to look at where we came from. What if we could open a photo album from the future?

Berlin is a record that lives in its own time, expanded, anachronistic, wild, mystical, sliding between shamanism and swing that travel in bottomless holes, while watching the impossible right side of trees appear at sunset.

A record, a magical crack that sheds violet light on what we live, makes our days warmed by the warmth of affection and hope even radiantly, it spreads golden seeds in the gardens of the future!

Berlin floats in a crossroad while photo albums orbit around it!

By Almir Rosa

// Português

Manoel Cabinda

O ponto exato em que os caminhos se encontram tem destaque em nosso imaginário, uma encruzilhada foi um termo e situação fortalecida no catálogo das simbologias. Esse lugar de cruza, gerou mistérios, faíscas e promessas. Dentro de nós habitam várias encruzilhadas e quando cruzamos com outras pessoas, uma nova manifestação se faz ainda mais potente e eu aqui fico pensando nas voltas que o mundo dá.
Numa encruza da Vila Nhocuné com Berlin, podemos avistar negras e negros, escrevendo suas histórias entre cantos e revoluções, para hoje e sempre, a se libertar.

// English

Manoel Cabinda

Where paths meet there is a point highlighted in our imaginary. The crossroads has become stronger as a term and a situation in the catalogue of symbologies. The crossroad has generated mysteries, sparks and promises. Inside of us there are several crossroads and when we cross with other people, a new manifestation becomes even more powerful and here I am thinking of the turns that the world takes.
At a crossroads between Vila Nhocuné and Berlin, we can see blacks who write their stories between songs and revolutions, for today and forever, freeing themselves.