Filhos do Fruto Nuclear

In the city, at night, motorized ghosts haunt the streets.

The natural elements are transformed by chaotic external experiences.

Stopping in search of help, Luna meets Marcos, two very different people, but with many paths in life in common. A moment of conversation can change your destinations.

In the midst of moral isolation, immoral transformation arises.

On any given day, Brazil Democracy was walking through the dark streets in the Third World when it was shot by anybody who just wanted to be able to eat. In a coma fighting for survival, his life passes before his hope.

The silence can be more thunderous than many screams. Even when we lose everything, there is always something left.

Belchior through comments narrates the paths of his life.

Through travel records I write a love letter.

What is the price of salvation? Who is the saved and the savior?

The democratization of cinema: A cinema that falls apart as a popular art to become an elitist glamor. Cinema for whom?