The day after tomorrow

The day after tomorrow is the product based on the inspiration of a poem, three filmmakers, a teacher and the pandemic.
A look at the now in the sky where the clouds are present.
So much time to observe, blink so that the eye does not dry
How do they dissolve in the wind? In its time
There is only one eye watching, living within the adventures and laziness of those who are stoic on the rooftops.
One walks through the imagination until a branch meets the eye, it moves, it has life, but the one who looks at it pretends to look for something else
You hear intermingled sounds, symphonies and noise, a feeling of anxiety
Taciturn image, time recedes one hour, the hands mark it, there is only one remedy, one potion
Continues in the breathing, the eye rumbles in routine, while alarms, people, and sirens sound, the roads become confused and time space expands,
Again we are something else, again the eye is confused by looking outside, feet that hit against the same wall, turned over and over again, as playing, as searching, as lost, as nothing, as without a starting point
There are murmurs, more noise and sounds, the elite rest in the theater armed with the wine and the glass, in that there is no abstraction because it is pre-made, precooked, just to serve.
A disturbing buzz and the sensation of wanting to run away
But where have you gone? Here I am going up. We played hide and seek, the composition of a macabre hideout.
I wait for you to come up, I run towards you. The flowers that you won't smell are dying for you, that in the beyond of me beyond here you can enter so that you can smell them.
Time is running out
Time does not run out but medicine does
It keeps boiling that the clock is still ticking
No matter what the dick sounds and the voice, neither I nor I are here anymore.

This is the draft of which I was interspersed the filming, the sound was inspired by Leonardo Mejia, sound composed from the completion of the video. My inspiration comes from the lyrical experimental cinema of Stan Brakhage and Bill Morrison, among many points of which one can sit down to talk, discuss and meditate about these two great filmmakers, is the time management so from this small great point my own vision was born.
The professor and filmmaker Andrés Dávila, who introduced me to this genre of experimental film due to his subject Experimental Film, managed to create this film, despite the lack of analogous film material, which has the ambition of being within the lyrical genre.
A few days ago I had read the poem by the wonderful Fernando Pessoa called Postponement, and it was like the day after tomorrow for me, of course due to the pandemic and the confinement always seemed to say: in hope that maybe the day after tomorrow. To displace life by jumping from one day to the next, like the hands of the clock, mom's boiling poison and the cats with their parsimony, the cure of time arrives, but it only arrives with death. Of course, all this can be discussed since death can come in life, walk without making a path, or breathe but without tasting the rose until it dies.
In any case I am grateful for the space, for the time and for your attention, thank you very much.