By breaking the darkness inside his eyes, He, the tortured soul, tried to imagine the world without having seen it. Walking slowly in his red coat, he’s smelling the flowers in the valley, touching the sky with his head.
He’s in front of me, above the river… He’s flying!
Olariu Julian Director
Olariu Julian Writer
BLANC D’ENCRE PROPDUCTION Producer
Duration: (7:41)
