“Do not be sad, my son, you are destined to fall in love.” An intervention-reading of a concert by Egyptian musician Abdelhalim el Hafiz, performing The Fortune Teller by the poet Nizar Qabbani. "My son you are 10 years old, I look at the life you have ahead of you and today it gives me vertigo. But it is not fair, perhaps because I am seeing it from my decline, I no longer have the drive that is becoming strong in you now, that is growing every day; this whirlwind of dust, but also of beauty that will take your life, like ours, like a leaf in the wind. Perhaps it was you and Yasmin who recently crossed the dense city sky... I remember as if it were yesterday in the wastelands, you picked up a translucent stone that shone in the sun when you showed it to me and now I know that you are that star you were holding in your hands".

An exploration of human sentiments, but also a questioning of the reality of these feelings once they are filtered through the media. 6th Independent Vídeo & Interactive Phenomena Show

In the industrial suburbs of Beirut, three men talk about their sexual relationships: beginning, middle and end, hiding nothing. The video explores the ideal "male" that attracts them and they share with most boys his age. The cult of the body, songs and sexual language are verbal and non-verbal elements articulate their fantasies. The stories they tell us begin with the seduction, and end when they have fucked. This is the image they want to project in front of the camera, the "brave and beguiling" guy. In this context, desire is a commodity and romantic relationships always lead to failure.

Dusty Egyptian songs, found and lost. Some papers flying in the wind in an alley in Tangiers, the dance of the ephemeral, the fragility of the moment. Newspapers, plastic bags, tissues, all of them destined to disappear. But contemplation collapsesthe time of the instant and opens a door to another place without measure. Here it is the eternal dance of meetings and missed meetings; now between a newspaper and a plastic bag that touch each other, caught in a swirl of dust. The page of the newspaper opens, the bag capriciously comes to rest a moment on it, and they repeat the game, over and over. Someone passes by taking no notice of the scene, invisible without the state of contemplation. And there we feel that it is life that takes us, that carries us in its arms, that makes us find each other in the loss. All of the possibles and impossibles of our stories are there, luck is their need and chance is their destiny.... Tánger. Cover Agent: Zayd ibn Dawra.

Where is my tribe? Theory and practice of care Intervention and debate with Carolina del Olmo, after the screening of: The swedish theory of love by Erik Gandinni. November 12, 2016 Espai Calabria Barcelona. "Loneliness is on the rise. "Mainstream discourse hides the fact that the ‘normal’ situation of a 40-hour working week, plus daycare, plus grandma for tricky times, does not just leave room for improvement, it is downright unacceptable.”