Short film by Isaac Berrocal, winner of the special public award at the CIUDAD DE SORIA 2009 international short film fe | dG1fMm9LNkFnX3hLdzQ
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00:00Sunday. It's Sunday morning today. Like every week I'm getting ready to go out, getting
00:10ready for a walk, though perhaps I'm not sure where I'll be going. For two years I haven't
00:18been able to rid myself of the pain that's hurting my heart. Nature is a wise being.
00:28As the years go by, our mind gets rusty and we grow unaware of what we have been missing.
00:37But luckily, or by misfortune, that's not my case. I still remember him as if it were
00:47the first day. That tender look sheltering me during the chilly March evenings, wrapped
00:54up in blankets till the early hours of the morning, hand in hand, strolling around through
01:02the streets of this country which saw us arrive, fleeing from all and everyone. It's two years
01:13ago my ship started to sink, two years since I saw how everything around me started to
01:20plunge into the freezing waters of my loneliness, of neglect. I'm only strong enough to struggle
01:29against nostalgia. My daily routine is disappearing, and with it the hope of going on living.
01:41Today I'm getting ready to go out. Like every Sunday I'll take a walk through the city,
01:48watching the young couples hugging each other on the park benches, while my own stay takes
01:57me farther and farther away from similar memories. Today is Sunday, and my dreams will fade as
02:07the wall of reality gives me strength again. I don't know why I'm doing this. I don't think
02:16I really know how to adjust my path to follow the new route I need to take to nowhere.
02:27I'm an old woman. I have nobody, only memories, stories and tales, but nobody to share them with.
02:40It's Sunday today in the morning. Like every week I'm getting ready to go out,
02:47getting ready for a walk, though perhaps I'm not sure where I'll be going.
02:57It's Sunday morning, and as from today, every day will be Sunday.
03:05His eyes will be my cradle, and the stars my blanket, and the people, the people will be a memory.
03:18Today is Sunday.
03:35She, she cannot fly.