Text for the show Fase dispersa by Teresa Santos.
It's in the dim lighting of a bridge closed for construction that I become aware of the emptiness. The space once occupied by both decks is left a nothingness inhabited only by air. Where there was once a space for touching and meeting, now there's a verticality that, in its perfect parallelism, removes any possibility of complicit touch and murmur. A scream remains in the void, lost in the indifference of the air that only separates. Until someone fixes it or gravity dictates its rules, since, for that reason, the bridge can do nothing but wait.