A TORRE

Shot in black and white, a natural landscape is pervaded by the sound of the wind. In this whisper a few piano notes are suddenly struck, and we can see a man who is walking alone. A potential fiction is unfolded. Here, our character walks into the thickening wood, only to suddenly appear from the top of a tree. This is the kind of step that cinema or fantasy make possible. But this is where the story ends. To this puzzling apparition no key is actually provided.(NF)
Salomé Lamas