Certain verses look us straight in the eye. Writing that escapes the everyday without resorting to flourishes or elaborate words, but insisting on the very substance of which our days are made, this writing challenges us. She takes us by the arm and turns us around, suddenly we do a pirouette and our feet are still on the ground, only now we are looking up at the blue sky. This writing, focused on both the roots and the corolla, develops in arcs and embraces without restraint, spreading itself in easy laughter and moist eyes. This writing lingers in silence and attentively, with charm, in existence. She is from home, doors open. She is from the street, from the garden, she walks around. When the hours fall into the successive traps of a world removed from living, a world that screams at every moment for enterprise, profile, reaction, that is when the gentle breeze of this writing comes and lifts our hair, when we have it, to remind us with a chill in our ears that everything passes eternally. Let us look back at her, as openly as we can, eye to eye: there is a wandering voice to be heard, solitary in its journey, which is also that of so many – all? – and she hums, in this era of permanent catastrophe, always slightly delayed, playing very seriously.
Alexandre Pieroni Calado

O Faroleiro, by Tiago Mateus

A selection of dramatic texts and poetic prose written over the last 10 years, with a preface by Alexandre Pieroni Calado.

A conversation with the author, Tiago Mateus.
Reading of short excerpts from the book and participants in the conversation, actors David Pereira Bastos and Marcello Urgeghe.
Presentation and mediation by Alexandre Pieroni Calado.