Color of My Father

A street stickman needs to get out of the place where he lives. On the day of the change, children play in the courtyard and decide to invade the artist's apartment.

During a cold night, 9-year-old Ana has her room invaded by the Tailorman, an evil spirit who seeks an innocent soul. She is only safe when within her blanket, which the creature cannot trespass. But to protect herself, and her kitten Duchess, Ana must seek how to destroy this creature, and the answer may lie on an old book of folktales: The Midnight Threshold.

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The most suffocating is the awareness that nothing is happening. All the veins are drying without the blood running through them. I came to Barão Geraldo because things happen here. Here people love as much as dolls hang themselves and chicken are slaughtered to death. Would I still hang dolls and burn memories in the next 18 years? It astonishes me how less and less I do not care for things that are not my extension. Being my own destruction is the only way. Intimacy is a farewell. All I see is a lot water and all the colors are not enough. All forms of comunication are not enough for a lot of water.

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Life in spite of everything.

After being diagnosed with Alzheimer's, Lino Santos Gomes, the grandfather of director Barbara Marques, will move in with his family. Videos were made with cell phone lenses. From chaos to love, a grandpa’s day.

Bárbara accepts unwillingly her ex boyfriend’s invitation for a date, and soon she regrets the decision. "Any human ear would not hear now any call". The short film offers a new perspective of the short story "Come and See the Sunset", by the Brazilian author Lygia Fagundes Telles.

Vale is my father, and God is my brother. I am not from the chapel, I am not from São João. My roof is the sky, my bed is the floor. I am from the womb. Lyrics by Jefferson Cordeiro and the people of the Jequitinhonha Valley (MG).