Nicolás Sequeira

Bicho has one white eye and lives with his grandmother. At the beginning of an unusually warm winter, he spends his days working in the neighborhood gardens and filming with his friends, a gang of kids. Bicho prowls with his camera the intimacy of others like a ghost, seeking to film the images that no one ever saw.

Juana is twelve years old, she smokes and says she is pregnant. In the torpor of an immutable end of summer, she wanders between absence and disagreement with the adult world.