In short, this is the story: the three of us lived together… it is not clear what happens, there is a betrayal.
The First Man in Love story.
Love story unfolds as we see a man walking through a darkened city. It is the journey of the words inside that man’s head, and the advancing of that story which goes forth and back, it repeats and reiterates itself. It is the losing and recovering of sense.
The voice, in its continuous walking and talking, becomes the face of the story and sound its fractured gesture. Both face and gesture adopting the shape of the solitude of whoever hears it. To question oneself about the human voice -which, according to an ancient tradition is a philosophical problem by excellence- so that everyone can tell their own story... of love. To tell it, or to sing it.