The roughness envelops time. It watches over it, transforming listening into a pleasurable exercise. At times, melodic hints can be heard. We couldn't perceive the instrument producing it, perhaps because there isn't one. The sonic richness pulls us forward with an unequivocal, certain force. It is a constellation, a galaxy with its own rules of operation. The constant graininess surrounds the listening experience until we stop listening and begin to notice other sensitive planes. I couldn't call this work noise. Rather, I could refer to it as a constant, rich movement teeming with nuances and intense colors. Time and form, builders of the universe that presents itself, in this case, to my perception. - GERMÁN MEIRA
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