The Film of Disquiet

In a Douradores Street’s room, a man invents dreams and establishes theories about them. The dream’s own matter becomes physical, touchable and visible. The text itself becomes matter in its own musical sonority and, in front of our eyes, this song, heard in our ears, brain and heart, spreads through the street where he lives, the city he loves above all, and the whole wide world. This is a restless film about the fragments of an infinite and trapped book, a mad glow of genius clarity. The solar moment of Fernando Pessoa’s creation. The absolute loneliness of the I, sidereal and without cure.