It’s the summer of 2004. Three boys play ball in a parking lot. Two brothers interfere with the game. One ball.
Caldeira, Sado estuary. A clam picker and his friend spend the morning collecting up the bounty of the tide.
The colors translates the movements of luck and the paths without direction.
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