Swirl

In Minas Gerais hinterland Bastú has just lost her husband Feliciano. Without crying, she seeks shelter in everyday life and in her memories. But it is in the freedom of dreams and the news brought by her grandchildren that she makes her own transformation. Mary carries on her drum the joy and strength of her people. Its drumming echoes the sounds of other places and marks the presence of what cannot die.—diego-uk