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There is no place for human pride in what is vast and fearsome. A single breath from being lost to the depths, we are nothing but fleeting souls, standing at the edge of humility, endlessly remembering the vastness of our longing. And even in their rage, waves embrace peace. They do not crash without meaning. Rising and falling by a will beyond our grasp, they call our hearts toward eternity, toward boundless possibility. 

Porcamiseria was born between the waves of Ipanema, yet my love for the sea flows from my mediterranean roots. I was born of sand and water. In my earliest days, the sea carefully cradled me. In my earliest days, the sea shaped me by its scent, made me through its sound. And in my latest days, I will sing the melody, resonating deep in me. Porcamiseria is an ode to the sea and a contemplation of the immensity of possibilities.