Photographs by Mateo 

Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire:
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere


And I serve the Fairy Queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be
In their gold coats, spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.


I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hand a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.


She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train to chase the forests wild.


But she perforce, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.


Be kind and courteous to this gentle man.
Feed him with apricots and dewberries,
With purple grapes, figs and mulberries


To have my love to bed, and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.


Text from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare.