The Empire

Become pure drinking the black liquid and savouring it as if it were chocolate.













You always end up leaving hollow the subsoil… We will eventually walk on a hollow structure. From small to big because of this oil? Again?

Vera Cruz, the land and the black earth of the hot wind.














The Portus Cale we all have in our collective subconscious memory. The Portugal that should have been… or that is and always will be?

The black women got mad at the second their thick blood falls in the dusty soil. The men walked away with an incapacitating fear. This is the fertilisation of the soil.