A young child finded on field by a man.
The wood bed of baby and the reaction of presumed wife of guy.
The lady digging a hole for the body of her presumed husband.
Another woman consolating her to the understand of terrible truth.
Rain and washed floor.
Not exactly the story, in essence only a sketch, real matters in this case, but the admirable crafted atmosphere, reminding Andrei Tarkovski last films , defining, in precise terms, death, lose, grief and loneliness, and a sort of bitterness, ambiguous but present in each detail.
No doubts, I like it . For fair remind of fundamental truths, in delicate way configured, who only you can feel, not confess or clear define for yourself.
The wood bed of baby and the reaction of presumed wife of guy.
The lady digging a hole for the body of her presumed husband.
Another woman consolating her to the understand of terrible truth.
Rain and washed floor.
Not exactly the story, in essence only a sketch, real matters in this case, but the admirable crafted atmosphere, reminding Andrei Tarkovski last films , defining, in precise terms, death, lose, grief and loneliness, and a sort of bitterness, ambiguous but present in each detail.
No doubts, I like it . For fair remind of fundamental truths, in delicate way configured, who only you can feel, not confess or clear define for yourself.
