REGAÇO

I collect from the inside out, in the hope of finding it. 

I parade my own memories and recover it through touch. 

I face space as a cradle, a shelter for the body. 

I move forward in search of it. 

I cradle it. 

I find a deep stability, a place—or a feeling—of home. 

I sleep with a warm body 

I wake up with a wet face I stretch, dry myself, 

and wish it returns to be used again.

— Rafael Ferreira

m.other

A rite of affirmation. A queer crossing. 
Here, dance is survival and desire. 
It is politics and pleasure. 
It is a public body and an intimate prayer.  
A body that fights, celebrates and cares. 
This is how we resist. 
Do you see me? — ELLA HEART

Corpo + Cidade: Performances co-programmed by balleteatro