A Song of Love
Blind version of a mute movie
a wall
a paved street with herbs growing there
it’s in black and white
uniformed man
he’s looking up.
definitely he’s looking up.
from one cell to the another, by the outside bared window
a hand tries to give to another hand
flowers
attached to a rope
balancing
several time
until the hand on the right catch it from the hand that is on
the left
hands breath one as a fish, the other as a bear.
uniformed man continue his walk after he has observed this dance.
foots on earth
moving, dancing may be,
then the body,
splendid,
then the face and
the eyes
the body turning,
i see his tattoo
he’s simply beautiful
and he dances moving his hips,
hands in his pockets,
moving in reverse,
a cell obviously
the bars bellow him,
light coming from there.
another man
hands in his pockets
moving like a tiger in a cage
from one side to the other
of his cell,
several times
worried
and
troubled
he knocks
on the wall of his cell
several
times
waiting for an answer.
the first guy
continues to dance
looking at the
barred window
and dancing,
he ears something.
the second guy is again knocking
an stops for earring if
he gets an answer
before
resuming to knock,
but nothing
he knocks again.
the first guy has eared,
he shakes his head
as
someone who dare
and
he passes his hand through his hair,
then
looking to his tattoo –
a girl –
and caresses her
enfolding her,
again and again,
and dancing
with her in
his hand,
he disappears
leaving only a tap there.
02 minutes & 07 seconds of the movie
