Metamorphosed bodies of the star that generates us
Looking at the foliage of trees, with its perpetually shimmering backlit leaves, the breeze stirred, like a mass of flickering signs, he felt the rustle amplify and decline as an unfamiliar language. A breach opens, the light passes through and the world unfolds. (Adina Ionescu-Muscel)
Directed by Adina Ionescu-Muscel
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