Lies are just another way of telling the truth. The desire to believe is the hand of the man hanging from a cliff and clinging to the only stone that would seem to save him. But he always ends up falling because the stone is a mirage, just as the cliff is. Death is awakening from this dream in which the essential can be said and in which the continuous and infinite has a beginning, an end and a meaning.
The Stendhal Syndrome or My Dinner with Turhan Bey
Private Chronicles: Monologue
Every Soul of my Body
Bidding Adieu: A Video Diary
Autorretrato
Scandal: The Trial of Mary Astor
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Army of Lovers or Revolt of the Perverts
Biopic
Dali
Unusual Red Cardigan
Salóme
