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Title: in every minute dies a poem
in every minute dies a poem
and they do not stop
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.