Franco Bermúdez

I look around and observe the landscape. I let myself go because that's all I have left: to listen, to look, to sleep, perhaps to dream. The rattle of the bus moves me.

After moving in with her boyfriend Nicolás, Fiorella is overcome by the melancholy of leaving her home and the uncertainty of her choice. She finds an unexpected bond with a withering plant that, like her, longs for something more.