A chant that evokes. A city that falls apart. A building that rises. A poeple that turns white. A family that convulses. A silence that cuts.

A chant that evokes. A city that falls apart. A building that rises. A poeple that turns white. A family that convulses. A silence that cuts.

A chant that evokes. A city that falls apart. A building that rises. A poeple that turns white. A family that convulses. A silence that cuts.

A chant that evokes. A city that falls apart. A building that rises. A poeple that turns white. A family that convulses. A silence that cuts.

A volcanic eruption, an act of faith, the empire re-enacted in the Cavalhadas de São Pedro and the technologies of nature monitoring intertwine in a non-reductionist gesture of synthesis.

In Nada É, everything was or will be.