in every minute dies a poem

Title: in every minute dies a poem

Year: 2015

in every minute dies a poem 

and they do not stop 

never 

to die 

I tattooed the phrase (in Portuguese) above on the palm of my hand, and since the we change so much the skin of our hands, this tattoo and poem will slowly fade away, die.

a photographic documentation of the dying poem is also a parallel part of the performative œuvre.