A touch film, made of paper and words.
A Love Story. We forget that love can become impossible due to too close. It is not boredom, but the look that disappears. Tears in reality, that reveal the essence of reality, on the occasion of an upset, can become the openings in which love can be reborn to life.
A steady hand. A paper man. A woman looks. A real man was there, behind. A real woman, long gone screens people who reappears itself finally lost, perhaps in appearance, in the middle of the tear which was the appearance, ie today the heart of the real, concrete life. This beautiful woman looks at the firm hands of man adventurer. A man from another time, a man who would have thought, and we’ve seen in another film in which the film was the woman. But the tears of time and human activities are now everything has changed, everything has changed. Everything is different, everything is true, finally, years after the mock, it subsite that has always been alive. I would also tear these deceptive appearances, to find me, too, in the matter of life. In the truth of life. You look and you’ll love it after so many years. And you, the man can not see the face, but only the hands, strong, which are rooted in the world, you adventurer paper, seemingly fearless. Thou art returned the essence of yourself, faceless yet ready, I think, to see in the eyes of the one you did not expect, when you were there, glued to the other for years. As long did it take for you to meet at last ! You know, you’re too close, you could see you more ! Maybe, probably, had you saw just a brief moment, the moment you were placed on this screen, in this real ice once, now damaged, opened. Enjoy, as it is time, life has a time, enjoy, meet you, live your adventures, because tomorrow instead of your life, there may be a white cemetery, immaculate, ready to receive new dummies. But so what? Me, I will remember you, and remember life is much stronger than the deadly vanity of men.