A prayer, an offering, a voice. -----------------'Saeta-----------------' moves in the interstice of prayer and the luck of thinking supreme. The choked and exhausted cry that demands clemency. With -----------------'Saeta-----------------' I try to cross the line between the earthly and the divine, death and oblivion. The trace that is erased or transformed. Our way of monopolizing the environment and the feeling of guilt that forces us to lower our eyes and deliver a tithe to soften capital punishment.
