Can a person be considered a coward while trying to be a hidden hero?
Can a hidden hero be a public muse while trying to avoid it?
Can a public muse be a creator at the same time?
Can a creator still be seen as the most sensual mother?
Can the most sensual mother become the sweetest child?
Can the sweetest child be inspired by the most sensual mother?
Can the most sensual mother be captive of a stranger alien and a killer curiosity?
Can a stranger curiosity suggest violence with an innocent film cutter?
Can an innocent film cutter convert an editing room into unforgettable scenes?
Can unforgettable scenes be made just by bodies and whispers?
Can bodies and whispers negotiate different spaces when they want the same space?
“Que tenga un dia bello”, she told me with a tender voice. An unconditional friend sung to us while he smiled. We also smiled although we had to say goodbye. After an intense hug I cut her in the editing room. A red drop was seen until I spliced her again with a second hug even with more affection and desire. Inside the editing room… I thought about her day and night, and I watched her a thousand times. Outside the editing room… I want to see her again.