Last Day in Montemor-o-Novo

I leave here my text, that was included on the BEST PERFORMANCE OF 2008!!.

Now, I cannot see it very clearly.
It´s a very hot space even tought almost all the doors and windows are open.
It´s full of memories and images...but it´s hard to see them very clearly.
I see us making a toast, all beautiful and very well dressed. Drinking, eating and smiling to each other. I see us singing happy birthday to Teresa, with a big cake. I see us joining a night picnic and talking about religion. I see us jumping and running. I see Maria on a ladder talking to a man 3 meters high or being a woman playing with a black dress, opening her fantasys. I see Natália crying. I see me trying to help her with light and sound. I see us all joining our feet trying to be Joana or laughing as Ali. I see how people discuss, how each of us deal with fear, pain, hapiness and sickness. I see us helping each other. Claudia running and closing all the windows.
I hear a lot of voices. sometimes they are more stronger than what I´m listening right now. Hajime whispering on my ear, directing me, to ask people what are they doing here, and Cinira talking so close to me, that I can feel her breathing.
I see me trying to do the right thing even when I don´t know what it is.
Sometimes all this goes away and I just can see Miguel crossing the space and putting a plant in the middle of the room. Yes, now I´m focused.
He´s closing the back windows and the main door. It´s becoming dark. And again my memories. I´m seeing ,again, Natália crying with a plant, even if she is sitting besides me. Miguel is closing all the doors. He´s next to me right now, fighting with a cable.
It´s becoming dark.
I hardly can write.
Maybe this is my last phrase.
I like the space now.
I don´t like it anymore.
I decide to stop writing.

Francisca

note: this text was written for a proposal of Miguel Pereira. We had to look into the studio and write what we were seeing.