37 minutos
Internal monologue of the presumed narrator is externalised in the corpse of a suicide, addressing his own self, whose stories obsessively revolve around his sensual desires: to touch, to speak. In a series of anecdotes we glimpse the life of a solitary figure, a writer whose overwhelming desire – to see through a voice – remains unquenched, and whose perspective on that desire ("I open the window I confront the sky") is through death.
