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Herberto Hélder's texts are a pretext for the perception of an “I” that has a body, feels, looks for God and love, tries to transcend itself. And take a peek at itself. This is a special case of biography that challenges the moral perspective from which we look at ourselves, with which we naturally and repeatedly cover our scars, as if the living habits, of language, of gestures could protect us from ourselves. Words work here as steps around, as looks that make us tremble, as incisive rays that scare and attract. There are so many phrases, so many words, that facing them is an old journey, a dance of chairs and tables with broken legs. The trains going to Antwerp speak of a strange tree, of love and of its ability to open our hearts to men and that feeling of diffuse despair of someone who struggles in a closed body to set himself free towards the light. It speaks about looking outward and of his reflexion walking inward once again. Or maybe it's the other way around, looking in while desperately walking outward, searching for a branch to perch such a restless and weird bird too. Those train-shaped bodies that are fighting the god within them, within their body in parallel lines and within the life that lives in the brightness of metal that lures the eye and causes it to suffocate and to write.
