“The swimmers” (2017-2018) is a project carried out during the weekly swimming classes of an elderly people group. In this phase of life in which we tend to, in our imagination, associate with a decline of the body, the autonomy, the desire and the pleasure in our imagination, these images immersed in the everyday life of the natatorium attempt to find their way back to fluidity. To the uncovered bodies that bring themselves to learn a new thing while also returning to what is our most primal state: floating in the water.

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Just like the wind erodes, the fire
ravages and the earth
either grows or dries withering away,
Water, likewise
grants time to things.
Like when as children,
we were taught it was time
time to leave the bathtub
when our fingertips got wrinkled.

the moment that
a body dives in,
the water around it
forms wrinkles too
small ripples,
as a multitude of miniature waves
distort the background.

The body ceases to be
fixed and a concrete matter,
the skin
gently, slowly, merges.
Not knowing where the edge begins,
gets carried away.

There's a concrete well,
and windows through which sometimes
we see enter a bit of
light
within a limited space
amidst the city's movement,
smell of chlorine
silence,
time and
the sound of bodies and water,
seeking for a while to let themselves float.

The water is calm.
fingertips
remain smooth.

And I think of aging
as stepping into water,
waiting
for the body to adjust
floating on my back
looking upwards with a misted view

and feeling the body
slightly
lighter.