OITO NO TUNEL DO TEMPO
de Samara Macedo
ISBN nº 978-65-994169-7-2
Ligaram a máquina e fizeram uma viagem em oito. Tal máquina, impregnada com intensas estórias de vida, além das marcas e defeitos inerentes ao uso, abandono e esquecimento, proporcionou momentos extravagantes e inesquecíveis aos tripulantes.Sem aviso preliminar, uma pequena câmera digital foi deixada na mesa de refeições à disposição dos oito viajantes e eles foram estimulados a registrar a emoção que pulsava naquele tempo coletivo dilatado.O tempo estava bom, com céu limpo e sol quente, mas a sensação de estranhamento era comum aos passageiros, pois sentiam o repetido deslocamento do corpo no tempo.Um a um, beberam os sonhos e as memórias acessíveis e embarcaram juntos através da estreita passagem do desconhecido.Atravessaram um ambiente delirante em que todos foram tocados; entretanto, não sabem dizer quanto tempo durou a experiência, apenas sentem que não voltaram os mesmos.
They turned on the machine and took a journey in eight. This machine, steeped in intense life stories—as well as the marks and flaws inherent in use, abandonment, and forgetfulness—offered extravagant and unforgettable moments to its crew.
Without prior notice, a small digital camera was left on the dining table, available to the eight travelers, who were encouraged to capture the emotion that pulsed through that expanded collective time.
The weather was fine, with clear skies and warm sun, yet a sense of estrangement was shared among the passengers, who felt the repeated dislocation of the body in time.
One by one, they drank from accessible dreams and memories, and together they embarked through the narrow passage of the unknown.
They passed through a delirious environment in which everyone was touched; yet none can say how long the experience lasted—only that they did not return the same.
Without prior notice, a small digital camera was left on the dining table, available to the eight travelers, who were encouraged to capture the emotion that pulsed through that expanded collective time.
The weather was fine, with clear skies and warm sun, yet a sense of estrangement was shared among the passengers, who felt the repeated dislocation of the body in time.
One by one, they drank from accessible dreams and memories, and together they embarked through the narrow passage of the unknown.
They passed through a delirious environment in which everyone was touched; yet none can say how long the experience lasted—only that they did not return the same.