Balaou

Its now seven months over my mothers death I am facing the S Miguel island sea the family land in the Azores Between the newborn babies I found my Grandaunt 91 years old waiting for her moment to part At night my family speaks to me of God and death During the day we swim in the islands volcanic sea where I meet Florence and Beru a French couple that is crossing the Atlantic in the Balaou a sailing boat They invite me to come with them Divided in three moments and eight lessons Balaou is a voyage to accept the oblivion of things