One Minute Is an Eternity for Those Who Are Suffering

Depressive. Virginal. Anti-Bolsonaro. Cinephile. Religious. Porn-theorist. Centripetal. Vegetarian. Literature lover. Proto-suicidal. Indiscreet. That’s how the protagonist and co-director of this nocturnal poem describes himself. His place in Sergipe is the whole universe—it could be a Noah’s Ark with his most beloved ones: his mother, the animals, the plants, the books and the films. Between personal diary and a treatise about what it means to be human, the claustrophobia of fear and dreams that are bigger than reality, and the natural fluids and the abstraction of pixels, cinema is being born.