Do you know what it is to sharpen the razor and wipe the tears on the skin of what is profane? Do you know what it's like to raise your hands before the sacred, that baroque body whose skin shines under the sun in search of a long breath of memory?

WHAT THE EYES DON'T SEE THE HEART DOESN'T FEEL is a project about photography and literature. It is an idea about a country, Brazil, that still unknown to us, which does not enter through the front door, but rather diverts its path in search of a present time that will always be a passage. Nothing in each of these images is definitive. Nothing in each of these words will be eternal, this verse invented so that man can support his own existence, his own selfishness. The images and words, we will always be on the edge of the abyss because that is how we really are. The strength of this feeling will only be present in the eyes and voices of those who scream from the inside out: we know how to love as much as we know how to hate; we know how to smile as much as we know how to destroy; We know how to cry as much as we know how to lie. Hence the sacred and the profane. Hence the brotherhood between image and literature. Hence the incessant fight to protect what is most valuable to us and not allow this breath of humanities – what is usually called ‘culture’ – to be transformed into consumer material, into a disposable product.

Diógenes Moura