Which Is Better Mary Kay Or L'bel

Short sequence of a hidden ego (Part 1)

Interior. Night. Shot of a house in silence, empty, nobody, nothing. The atmosphere is so cold that gets wet steam fogging the camera lens. I light a cigarette in slow motion. Inhale. Close-up of your lips pulled up inside, as if to catch the maximum number of possible harmful agents. Exhale. You regret that little self-punishment and want all the nicotine and tar out of your body. Extinguish the cigarette. Compulsively crush it in the ashtray, but there continues, semi smoking. Voiceover. " never finish anything you start ."

you get up. You approach the window. Outside it's raining. Want to get wet, but do not dare. All your life you have said you could get a good pneumonia. Close your eyes and imagine yourself naked in the middle of a plain, with a torrent of water as the only skin inundándote partner. very short period of state of grace . But something worries you. Voiceover. " Sola. No. Desnuda. not." A feeling of suffocation begins to invade your throat to take all of your chest. You can not breathe. Or maybe not? Angle shot of yourself. Conceptually small. Voiceover. "Naked . Sola. Small." Scanning

inward of stay. There is a large mirror. Want to see you, but do not dare. You feel the most absolute of pathos gnawing your ear, like a layer that has become a sponge and is absorbing any hint of beauty that could see you. You look at the feet, hands. You look from afar. You look without seeing. You look without looking. Do not know who you are. Close-up of your distress. Fade to black ....

Audio: BSO My Life Without Me ( I loved dancing with you )