Dancing not to be dead
Some spaces draw attention, as if they evoke something that’s about to happen. These are the places where we escape when we dream or die. The only thing that exists is time; we wait for the moment to arrive.
Waltz with Bashir
Logistics
My Home Is Burning
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Experimentuum
Oh butterfly, what dou you dream of when you flap your wings?
winter, my words immure
The Image Book
Nostalgia for the Lake
Symbiopsychotaxiplasm
Communism + Sganzerla + Lumière
Adagio
Paradise
Nova the Film
Ode to R.G. Springsteen
INFRASTRATA
Quando o sol se pôr, o amanhã será tão incerto quanto antes
Otro sol
Godard by Godard
Tierra
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