Air, breath creator of sound and words, gentle gasp that extends invisible. Air that ripples like calm seaweed, sway of bodies that rise like sails, hands that flutter playing in space, unceasing running of water that transforms into wave. Limbs that spread indecisive on the breeze, fleeting gusts drawing lines on the sky. Fierce wind, air that fights so that other air does not touch you, panting of bodies that go up to other skies, air that wobbles, air going into the light. Strong winds that unveil wild coasts, whirlwinds of arms that flame like vicissitudes and challenges, that quickly get rough and quickly fade away. Llebeig is in love with the air that holds us and moves us.