When it comes to memory, what hurts is that which finds no place in the weave. What can’t be mended and remains as a frayed hole.
Again and again we settle a hand on the painful spot, as dogs lick their wounds.
Sometimes we can darn it. And the tongue that licked now begins to speak.

Direction and animation ISABEL MACIAS
Sound design and original music ALEJANDRO BIKO GUNKEL
Color Correction NADIA ANTONELLA AMORENA
Web Design LILA PAPAZIAN
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