“Land on a public helipad installed horizontally in relation to the Earth’s axis, without the noisy aircraft that ascends vertically carrying millionaires, executives, reporters, police officers, controls coming from the airspace guaranteed by those who intend to dominate the celestial.
Landing obliquely without wavering like free people from controls, superiors, and their buzzing is to experience silences, even in the midst of a babel. Silence not as the mere absence of lingering noises, but to hear the silence.
Entering the Vermelho through Lia Chaia’s helipad is to experience its inverted path, upside down to bodies, cities, and Dionysus, following exciting rhizomes that ceaselessly nest and expand in the air, through the walls.”
– Edson Passetti
“Land on a public helipad installed horizontally in relation to the Earth’s axis, without the noisy aircraft that ascends vertically carrying millionaires, executives, reporters, police officers, controls coming from the airspace guaranteed by those who intend to dominate the celestial.
Landing obliquely without wavering like free people from controls, superiors, and their buzzing is to experience silences, even in the midst of a babel. Silence not as the mere absence of lingering noises, but to hear the silence.
Entering the Vermelho through Lia Chaia’s helipad is to experience its inverted path, upside down to bodies, cities, and Dionysus, following exciting rhizomes that ceaselessly nest and expand in the air, through the walls.”
– Edson Passetti
