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Through the window, we can see the sea which, with its gentle waves, regularly beats the sand of the beach. Cold and vast, the house is somewhat empty, despite the huge armchairs that dot the living room, and the mirrors that occupy the walls. It is undoubtedly an ideal place to find yourself and the one you love, who you have loved. Of an impossible love that makes us want to run away from it precisely because we love it. Agatha is there, carrying all this within her, giving the impression of not occupying the spaces where she walks silently. But always present because she dialogues with her brother whom she adores, and we constantly hear their voices. They talk about their past and their future. Their forbidden love and the discovery of the reality of this love. The life that separated them and their deep desire to meet again. But also that of running away. As they will do now, intensely wishing to reunite once again, later, much later...
