Y O U   D O N ' T   L O V E   M E    (tu no me quieres)

It’s the portrait of a house, the house of my childhood, of a woman waiting for death and of a man who accompanies her in silence.
A visual incursion into the world of definitive tearing, where the camera resembles a central eye that contemplates the already useless unfolding of domestic routines, dwarfed by the proximity of death.

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