Color of My Father

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my Soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my Soul to take.

Let the Sun

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.

Colors

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 enoug...

Echoes

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Colors+:: Terezinha

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).