Luís Afonso Passeiro de Matos

Childhood memories of an August holiday.

Childhood memories of an August holiday. (Extended Version of "Flowers for my Father")

An old generation tells a story about a bright clear river. It is the story of a place where the bucolic landscape merges with urban sprawl. A place where one ancient mill keeps on spinning, moved by the water of a river that has a different color now.

Childhood memories of an August holiday. (Short Version of "Flowers for my Father")