"(...) They are transparent images, words that are silent, with a thousand meanings: of Susi herself, of today, of yesterday.--
(...) We stroll around. There is no haste before such delicacy, so many fluid layers. Our looking is vibrant and attentive, serene and silent like a sigh. We look closer to feel the inaudible chord, to feel with Susi what Susi felt."

Stella Moutinho, escritora, Rio de Janeiro, Agosto de 2001