Ibo
We are sharing a fairy tale. A scenario to go on hallucinating. A jigsaw, where changing configuration makes relative the pieces. We continue immersed in the unexpected. Although we are who try to deal in cards, usual names lose sense. Thus, a beach is a outcrop of sand in the middle of the ocean, where one can access on a small fishermen boat. There is no place for questions about safety of diving itself. The sun disintegrates before nightfall. A dismembered buildings, gobbled up by voracious vegetation evoke a speechless drama, sweetened by watercolors of surrounding ocean.
From there on everything is a countdown. A security stop in Maputo.
