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Valentino wanders through the city like an apparition, ensnared in the liminal space between nostalgia and departure. His camera fragments reality into vestiges of a nation that still lays claim to him. Spaces where memory murmurs unfulfilled promises. In a discourse that transcends mere conversation, words entwine with eloquent silences and in that fleeting exchange, the inevitable emerges: farewells foretold, inscribed before they are ever uttered.
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00:09You know that we only compare ourselves.
00:11You better go, I don't want to fight.
00:15Don't stop so much.
00:17Just go and I'll be waiting for you.
00:21Really, I don't want to be there.
00:23I don't want to fight.
00:38I don't want to fight.
00:56You have unos 10 menos o'clock in the morning.er
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