A Noite Saiu à Rua
May 8, 1987
4m
PT
Abi Feijó
Jorge de Sena
Nights are hidden days beyond our minds. But some remain like flying shadows reshaping the naive images of our lives. Faces hurt with emptiness, characters petrified in silence, lands inked with blood....And we become sleepy, carelessly dying, until morning happens.
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