Being, just being ... It's all we have to do and when we are we have everything. It is the autonomy in movement, it is the expansion of the senses and the elevation of the soul. It is the silence of the mind, the feast of bodies and the miracle of life. Being, just being ... We are first and only then will we do and much later we will have. We are the nature, the extravagance of rebellion, the fight against the supposed. We are love and pain, a revelation and an inspiration. Being, just being ... It's to be that we wear this skin, that we arm ourselves before the fear and that we give when we look at the passion. It is to be that we are born, that we die and that we pass. It is to be loved. Being, just being ... And that life is not a sea of ​​roses, but a sea of ​​sensations. And that others are not a source of anger or bitterness, but a ray of color. And that we are not the habit, but the ultimate exponent of freedom. Being, just being ... And only then will we be our mission, our contribution and our own redemption. Text: Gustavo santos Collection "SER" 2015 - work on display, can only be delivered from February 13, 2016.