by Guilherme Bergamini
Sete Lagoas, Brazil
In 1967 my grandfather planted these Eucalyptus trees at Fazenda das Areias in Sete Lagoas. Fifty years have passed and the trees have been cut for financial reasons, turning from table to coal. Since I was a child, I was fascinated by rainy periods to see these trees sway in the gusts of wind, an intense noise of twisting branches and falling leaves. From one day to the next I come across the same landscapes of my childhood, but now with a void filling the whole space.