Regarder Oana

Oana is working. I am watching her. Tonight, the very last file will be closed. She does not want to translate the words of others anymore. She thinks that tomorrow she will start writing her own words. But she will not, I know that…

Vasco

You have gone, Vasco, you wanted to go far away. But we kept you back, with concrete and kisses, and you tasted the blood of whales. But it was not enough, you wanted to go further, towards the horizon that fascinated you so much. But how far will you go, Vasco?

Journal

The writer's intimate diary from October '96 to March '97, to the rhythm of animated sequences from day to day, according to events, sensations, memories, moods...

Vibrato

Architect Charles Garnier's widow recounts her intimate past deep in the recesses of the velvet and gold Palais Garnier.