The vineyards have borne fruit and it is time for the harvest. Soraia, a young girl, cuts herself. Her blood mixes with the wine. A black bull follows her trail. Time stretches out in the treetops. On the tree trunks, humanity takes shelter and gathers to share bread, wine, memories and dreams, the story of a landscape and a struggle. We enter the great night, where nature also speaks. Everything burns, it is the fire of the wind that announces the heatwave.
Session with the presence of the director