He arrived like a morning breeze, a hook in his gaze, hurried steps cloaked in fast, constant speech. I could perceive, amidst the gestures he scattered, a concern for words, for forms... A boy-man wearing an ideology of open agendas: "It's not enough to dream, you have to live." I think he let the hair grow on his face to give him an air of maturity. It is good to witness these creations of God, acting, perpetuating in the Land of Knowledge the logic of these ideals. Fortunately, my present is a constant gift; having living verses in my life, like him, gives me the full satisfaction of living surrounded by the best. Through such conceptions, I glimpse over time an immense sea taste, where he and we, at the knots of the vessels, will find a safe harbor, where separate strokes of the trunks have built a new page with serious work, installing the new amidst so many cultural manifestations. I believe in this light that inhabits his interior, and I see through his ink-stained fingers a cry that echoes in the pages you will still edit.
Follow Lôbo! Perceive the world's pains, feel the lack of rice, write the smell of beans, you are an icon in abundant color emerging towards our country's future. I trust this ferocious knowledge in the color of your sphere. Part of you is transform(ation), the other I cannot yet define. One more day we will know for sure where we can talk and perhaps find ourselves.
From your Friend Weder Soares
