After one month there, I’ve stayed a few days in São Paulo, breathed my daily carbon monoxide and traveled to Mexico so that I could give death a kiss.

You know that feeling when sometimes you need to be in another place to see where you came from and what made you happy? It was that kind of feeling I had in Oaxaca. I can try to describe it saying that I died and there they gave me a new opportunity to reborn.

At the party of the Dia de Los Muertos I felt all the passages of the soul. In the color and simplicity of the people’s houses I saw similarities with the Brazil I like.

I’m far from being mystical, but I feel that in many places I’m not there by chance.

Strangely, the stone streets, the wind and the lights reminded me of the places that I consider the best to paint in São Paulo. Parque São Lucas, Vila Ema, Vila Prudente, Ipiranga and Mooca (neighborhoods in São Paulo) are the places that I miss and every time I go there, my heart beats differently.

I remembered some paintings I did with Boleta and Vitché, our wanderings and endless conversations.

It’s different when you are invited to paint with another artist that you don’t have the intimacy, and your work flows so naturally that scares. So it was with Lakra.