EPISODES

#1

And if I said... bread... what does that remind you of? And sweet? And cheese? And a warm bed? If I said sun... and sea... and... empanadas a cuchillo. And a walk in the mountains... what? Do those words mean anything to you? If I said: mountain, what would you hear? And clean clothes and a roof without leaks and books to read and songs to listen to and... caresses from the most loving, most beloved hands…

The essence of this film lies in the evolution and free will of these associations, rooted in the value of words. High-flying poetry, of course. Miguel Ángel Solá narrates his own texts with his voice, elevating them to the fine line between reality and imagination.

Dreams, time, eternity, bonds, words, humor, life, emptiness, sadness, letters and signs, the profound meaning of words... This initial module is almost the polar opposite of Hollywood's beloved commercial blockbusters. And if we agree on that, this film proposes to be the bridge to wonder. 

#2 

The crackling hum of Super Bustos' orange and ochre tones opens the curtain on an ironic and cheerful fencing match between chatter and words. Who will win? They emerge, wait, unite, and tell their story, says the author. Thoughts, feelings, and words, shared by the thread that unites the friends who participate in this film, the spider with the scaffolding builder, to childhood. The images accompany each syllable, each bone, each pentagram twinkling in the night. It is a meticulous work that began two years ago as a film and, before that, another two years as a textual creature, which has developed bulk with the images and meaning we have been giving to this Bustonian Planet, craftsmanship coexisting with virtuality.

#4

The red humming may be an attempt to lift a weight from the blood that the protagonist and his alter ego, Alberto Carlos Bustos, the municipal worker and bird, sees in the eyes of the century. Everything is a great metaphor for the protagonist's mirrors and projections. He has watched the stars light up and go out, so it is not surprising that a wise man appears saying the following: “I have seen the eyes of the century bleed, after each drop, destiny extinguishing the sacred fire that protects winter from its feelings.” Extraterrestrial poetry, yes, we think so too.

Leidi and Alberto Carlos Bustos are the souls that the imaginary hand of the same municipal and bird perceives harshly, but the ear gives free rein and frees them, lifting them up in a prayer of images, the catharsis of a parade that plunges into the shadows. Between time and rupture, gives way to the next humming, in this case the color of Los Verdes Platónicos, the community that sheltered the rebirth of our superhero. 

#5

Experience, maturity, and tenderness. The wise man, now an advisor, dedicates a long and profound ballad to retracing his steps. Don't go back to the past, litany and suggestion, caress and embrace that accompanies the entire short film. Bustos takes Leidi by the hand to walk through life, accompanies her in her romantic grief, splits himself in two and makes the offering as the past (ashes of daily events, says the author) that must be avoided, or as the superhero, an alternative to overcome it. Praise for the here and now flies alongside Super Bustos, gaining strength and volume, suggesting, trying to smooth the way for the adult woman dressed as a little girl. 

Resurrecting the sleeping from eternal slumber and attempting to drink from the same (past) over and over again is devastating and gives no respite to hope. They will give ghostly signs of being alive, because they give false hope, like dead stars that continue to twinkle for light years. Don't be fooled, don't call them, don't try to reinvent them... says Miguel Ángel Solá. 

This episode is the longest of the five. Miguel Ángel Solá recites his verses and stanzas like a medieval minstrel. He mesmerizes the listener, the images accompanying each word, feeling, logic with emotion and humanity. Here he says that he does not consider himself a poet, but that is what predominates throughout the film: the flight of words. He talks about the spider's thread, again, the axis, the skeleton of the film, which takes shape in a work of textual, sound, and visual engineering, with vibrant editing and teamwork that forms that magical and perfectionist web.