A blank sheet of paper is a silence and breathes stories of trees, of earth, of nests that were once birds.

A paper flutters and sings a secret that will never be delivered.

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Paper is a space, a matter, a body that when touched by ink is transformed because it roots memory in the concrete, in stories, in spaces, gestures, images and objects.

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When we write a letter we are creating a trace because in it we capture a present that in the blink of an eye will be past and with the passing of time, memory.
How many letters written in secret, with a breathless confession, live in a trunk of classified oblivion, holding the weight of dust? If we open the door to them, where will they fly to?

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A sheet without apparent weight, that when joined to another is roof, wall, windows, door, and thus, we see ourselves suddenly, in a house of paper. A geography of reverie and fragility. The house as a shelter, the paper as a throbbing body that awakens a memory, a dream, a joy, a scar and together with the hand, messenger of memory, draws words and voices that will be roof, wall, windows, door and the footprint, in a paper house.

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There are days when we write letters without destination, without addressee, 
A leaf and the reflection of the light that we are no longer.

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What to write in a letter that will never be delivered?

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Idea and creation
GABRIEL HERNÁNDEZ & IMA TORRES

Scenography design and construction
GABRIEL HERNÁNDEZ & IMA TORRES

Video and photography
IMA TORRES

Music
STEPHANE LAIDET & ARTUR LAIDET
Acknowledgements

LOLA BERTRAN, LUISA OROZCO, LINA RAMÍREZ, 
IVANA FRANCESCHINI Y SARA FERNÁNDEZ.

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