Glaçon: "Amorosa is the beach of our childhood. Years pass, but the meeting place remains the same. A rocky beach with cold water, but the love we have for this beach is inexplicable.

My father and mother walked there hand in hand, stealing carrots from the neighbors' fields, then they took us there. We played in the sand, scored goals with inflatable balls, and jumped in the water.

Today I returned there with a cold wind and gray sky and left this painting there. The baby is not me, but my brother, and you are my father. It's the late 1990s, Danny still couldn't speak, his father probably looked at Viana."