ABSTRACT
It is the human body, young or old, fat or thin, of whatever color, the conscious body, that looks at the stars. It is the body that writes. It is the body that speaks. It is the body that fi ghts. It is the body that loves and hates. It is the body that suff ers. It is the body that dies. It is the body that lives. —Freire (quoted in Freire & Macedo, 2000, p. 204)
And may I add, it is the body that makes our illusions real.
