The cinema is an explosion of my love for reality.
The revolution is now just a sentiment.
Truth lies not only in a dream, but in many dreams.
And dead an epoch of our existence, which in a world destined to humiliate us was moral light and resistance.
Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.
When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.