Sem Movimento

A violent relashionship.

According to the perpetual lunar calendar: 'When sparks catch a pot of water, it signifies wind. When the hills echo loudly and the sea generates great noise, it signifies tempestuous winds and storms at sea. When dense fog forms at dawn, it signals two days' serenity.' Let’s wait and see.

By instinct, he covers the flame before him. The fire consumes tears and fever, little by little. Only then the sorrow begins. A cold wind sweeps the ashes from the floor and freezes the room.

Hector's father was sick and died. His girlfriend left him for an older guy, went back to her parents house taking their eleven year old son to meet his new dad. Hector was drunk-stiff. He happened to be wearing a light-cavalry armour he borrowed from a paramedic he knew. There was a medieval party going on and the town was on fire.

Oscar, a renowned hypnotherapist, uses the last moments in his hotel room to say goodbye to the vertiginous Mercedes and rid old Norberto of his bitterness.

A young adolescent, living with a swinger couple in a campsite, meets an emotionally unstable man and finds herself fascinated by his special powers.

Everything threatens to crack and yet this devouring march happened long ago in the past. There is no moaning in the room next door, the wind has stopped blowing on the stairs, the air particles throw themselves against each other, but it’s only void against void.

A story about survival, belief in the physical memory of things, as if still-life was always part of the scientific possibility or of the nightmare of extinction.

In this evocative story told ingeniously with minimal dialogue, men and women from various backgrounds and places each deal with the loss of a loved one.

A couple in a car, things aren't going well.