A young woman closes her eyes: in the darkness of the screen and the night, she recites O Marinheiro, by Fernando Pessoa. Dreams replace reality in the frightening wait for sunrise.
In France, in a contemporary city, a circle of friends practices the recitation of Virgil’s Bucolic text. Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori. Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
The film does nothing but build the depth of the silence of life: only a few throws of the dice, a few flights of golden paper, a brief dialogue, the whistle of a boat, punctuate the silence of the film, which does not give to hear the sovereign unfolding of its images in black and white and in 16 mm.
