A voz de todas as cousas
Could we listen to the song of our first love without remembering the place? Four jazz musicians play in a club in the city. They communicate through glances and silences. There are hardly any people left on the streets, the last buses of the night pass by, shops close, garbage trucks rumble, waves crash against the rocks, and the light from the lighthouse appears and disappears in the water. As if it were the end of the world. The next morning, the sounds will shine in the bright light of day.
