Slavci decembra / Rossignols en Décembre / Nightingales in December

This metaphorical surrealist tale is an allusion, a trip into memories, and the fields of current realities. What if the Nightingales were working instead of singing and going south? Is innocence the only saviour of bird songs? There are no Nightingales in December... All that is left is the story of our beginning, and our end.


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