Struggle
Struggle here
for words
for bullets
for nothing
for your sorrow
For me
Only
And nobody knows
nobody cares
but me
until now
For friends
For all that ends
for us,
forever,
for me
only

After a colorful opening, everything suddenly turns dark to provide a backdrop for a text made of small sentences between long pauses, to give time to internalize each concept, sip words to intensify their power. These two phases alternate to end in a catharsis of abandonment to slowness, patience.

DIRECTION — FABIO FIANDIRNI

It is an eminently urban route, launched on two registers: one that leads from night to dawn, the other that crosses social spaces. It consists of an assembly of found footage, of visual fragments of those who “fight” daily battles that we ignore, Struggle precisely, until canceled in a blinding sunlight.