Milonga

Thirteen minutes without words

This is an amazing movie. You start watching it and you can no longer get out of it. He was removed by an unknown, who did not walk along the red paths, director Marco Calviz. Just thirteen minutes. But everything has been accommodated in them.

Look at his face. Look at her face. Look at the ash falling from the cigarettes, at the sticky surface of the table, at red and golden heels, on the coats hanging on the walls, on the glasses standing upside down ... Look, and see the enduring longing in the eyes of a very tired person, alone drinking his alcohol, and the manner of the waiter, and the circle of tight pushes, where tourists do not go, where tourists do not go, where tourists do not go, where tourists do not go, where tourists do not go. And inaudible for the noise of music, a dramatic conversation in which two lives are decided.

And tense palms speaking without words. And honed movements of cream shoes and black and white shoes. And again and again, smoke arising in the face from the eighth - or maybe the tenth in the evening - cigarettes ...

And music, music. She tells this story. Words are not needed.