The rails move forward through a deactivated and solitary area, slashing the city like a wound. Abandoned, left at the margin of circulation, these places stage a temporary occupation, of migrating people, in search of a place to hide. They became focuses of traffic and robbery.

Inscriptions alerting outsiders or reporting cases of aggression only add another layer of violence to the walls. Covering with 7.000 syringes the walls of a room remains at Matarazzo, Cildo Meirelles is not just mentioning the transactions that happen there, but amplifying the suffering that was inflicted on places and people. The syringes, stuck in a row in the walls and floors, form a rug that covers everything. The resulting beauty of the red liquid detached from the wall _ blood and aesthetic sublimation _ is convulsive.