About shortfilm Distance:
Close the door, give back. Nothing is the same, it was one day, you will be the same, but you and me, we are no longer you and me. Mental health, not knowing what we discard is not in your life. Release resentment. Pride, pride, and do not fit there at all, in that heart, in that room in that house in that city without a name. Words that were not said?, ¿Silence invaded it? Mourn, mourn for a sadness, a sadness without tears, the old illusions that fly around like a constant, deafening sound, melody that someone used to spend just for us, but the heart can not stand the bitter wounds of misunderstanding. Unable to face them now and now know not to let them go. Nothing and no one is indispensable, but we want them to be. Walls that are placed in front of us, to prevent the freedom and spontaneity. Re not the same, never to return, the obsession with the ideal of love that thought shared over time, and it means absolutely nothing overwhelming impotence at what might be, seemed to be, but it was not. A person, place, a house, a job, none of this is vital, nothing to live. Therefore, it is customary to live together and learning to live without it now hurts to let go. It is difficult to learn to let go, knowing that you are alone, or nothing, no one is indispensable. It’s just habit, addiction, need to calm loneliness of not confronting the broken dreams.
¿Possibilities to return? To,What?, Need for clarification? Listen to every corner, every street in that city without a soul, the sound of silence, moments that will not talk, those who weep inside, unable to mourn, be able to close your eyes and realize that we are not tired, why? Why stay longer than necessary on something that no longer are a part? Trying to understand what happened crashing against the wall, the walls that enclose you, oppress you that prevent you from escaping not something you want, try to understand desgastándote infinitely, a search lost. Do not expect anything, you do not expect it back, do not expect to be recognized, do not expect ever to realize who you are … A huge gap reflects the loneliness of being with someone.
José Antonio Martínez Cortijo