TIMBER is a journey into the depths of our existence, a visit to every corner we have abandoned out of fear, ignorance, or neglect of ourselves. A personal disconnection from what binds us to our one and only authentic nature.

TIMBER is a ritual, longing for an urgent response to the self-destruction we have built over the years. The premises and values we once considered valid indicators of progress are worthless. The rhythm pounding repetitively on the wood creates a hypnotic trance, symbolizing the desire to break the barriers that limit human beings—diving into the freedom that each one perceives in their own way, waving their own flag.

TIMBER is a final attempt to reclaim our connection with the living world, which follows its own dynamics dictated by light and darkness, day and night, by time, which has its own rhythm—beyond our control. Accept or perish. Enter or leave. Integrate or divide.

In the words of Liliana Oliveira (dancer in TIMBER):

My heart leaped, sliding across the floor, always falling, never returning to its place. You grasped my hair and twisted your fingers, weaving them through my curls, your foot resting on my lap. And the intertwining blood made him an emperor, sweating white with the blond that gleamed like the gold once summoned by the pyramids.

The destiny that shapes the heart is not meant to be trained like an ogre with a large nose, pelvis thrust toward me—I relish the movement with pleasure. Salsa is both food and dance, but I am Spanish, and the terror that appears in your eyes reveals a smile that separates monks from the church. Black darkens the day, and the mechanics that make the car run remain alive in the painted-nail hair spinning like a wheel that turns endlessly.

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