“Nessun Dorma” is a Cinematic Visual Poem Infrared Time-Lapse Short Film in Spain By Txema Ortiz.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Txema Ortiz
Music Arrangement and Direction by: Martin Zalba and Jody Jenkins
“A project made in 4 months recorded in different locations of the geography of Navarra.
I wanted to reflect different environments changing the color tone in each scene, after making the white balance, thus generating a very different environment, dark, inospito and inert, heavenly, ….. trying to find the beauty of still life. A trip through different spaces through doors trying to awaken sensations. A walk of the soul.”
“Blanes Breath” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Alex Soloviev.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Alex Soloviev
Music by: A Taylor
Narrated by: Tom O’Bedlam
“There are special places when you arrive there, you feel like you’re at home. I was in one. A small town in Spain, Blanes. Quiet and cozy in the off-season when there’re no packs of tourists on a big buses. This is more personal video. There is no many complicated transitions and shots, but rather attempt to convey the feeling of coziness of this place.”
“Time In Eternity” by Tom Merrill
When you were as an angel in my arms, Had laid your bare head just below my chin, Your length pressed up to mine, entrusting charms My whole youth’s starward longing could not win; With still the murmur of your love in me, Miracle-tones of all my lifelong hope, I wished that there might start eternity And seal forever that sweet envelope;
And as it did, my thoughts are now for you As every star is blotted by the sun, And so the sun itself Has perished too, And with it, every dream of mine But one.
“Alone With Everybody” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poet Charles Bukowski Directed By Adrián Suárez.
Edited and Directed by: Adrián Suárez
Production Company: Demente
Executive producer: Juliana Córdoba & Ingrid Beschiroff
Line Producer: Julio Uribe
DOP: David Curto
Original Score: Santiago Ramírez
Actors: Ana Wills & Luis Martín
Sound Design: Real Music
Art Direction: Rodrigo Quintero
Color Gradient: Nataly Yepes
Postproduction Company: LaPost
Styling: Verónica Marel
Narrated by: Tom O’Bedlam
“Alone With Everybody” by Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
“Ivori” is a Cinematic Poem Fashion Short Film In Spain Directed By Jordi Clusella.
Directed by: Jordi Clusella
Produced by: FOLEGANDROS
Cinematography by: Pau Muñoz and Josep Pardo
Script by: Marta Luque
Styling by: Ann Laroque
Focus Pulling by: Pablo López
Original Music by: Miguel Arrieta
Sound Postproduction by: Nov25 Studio
Voiceover by: James Humber
Color by: Lluís Velamazán
“A fine line separates memory from imagination;
I remember places and people that I’ve always imagined.
And sometimes I imagined things I think I remember.”
“IVORI is a short fashion film for the fashion brand from Barcelona with the same name. All the clothes that appear on the video are exclusively made by IVORI.
The film is a dreamlike and aesthetic travel through the memories of a guy who remembers a girl (Bet Moret) who he met –or thinks he met- long time ago. While the voice of the guy recalls all the places and common experiences he remembers, we discover the girl doing the same things they did together but by herself.”
“Street Sweeper” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film of Professional Bike Rider Brandon Semenuk in Barcelona, Spain Featuring Excerpts of Martin Luther King Jr.’s 1967 Speech ‘Street Sweeper’ Directed by Rupert Walker.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Rupert Walker
Music by: Snake Eyes (“The Earth and Arrow” – Instrumental)
Rider: Brandon Semenuk
Animation: Scott Waraniak
VFX: Dan Gaud
Audio: Keith White
Photography: Hector Saura
“Street Sweeper” (from “The Three Dimensions of a Complete Life”)
by Martin Luther King Jr.
“What I’m saying to you this morning, my friends, even if it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, go on out and sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures; sweep streets like Handel and Beethoven composed music; sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry; (Go ahead) sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will have to pause and say, “Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well.”
If you can’t be a pine on the top of a hill
Be a scrub in the valley—but be
The best little scrub on the side of the hill,
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a highway just be a trail
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or fail—
Be the best of whatever you are.
And when you do this, when you do this, you’ve mastered the length of life.”
“Special WOD” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Of CrossFit Athlete Samuel Gallego Featuring Poem “Love” by Allen Ginsberg Directed By.Sofía López Salguero
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Sofía López Salguero
Music by: Ryan Taubert (“We Wish It Was Never Light”)
Narrated by: Tom O’Bedlam
“Love” by Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human—
looks out of the heart
burning with purity-
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love—
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
—cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
—must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye—
yes, yes,
that’s what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
“Lying upon a hill, life unfolds above me. The sky is my roof and the ground my cradle, my bed. Look at my arches! Naked. Abandoned. I served for so long. Now, I am alone.
Does anyone hear my echo, my cries, my words?
Here is my share, my place in the sky?
At dawn, when the sun rises, I wake up to my dreams, to my fears as well. And I renew my hopes.
Stealthily, I spring up from the depths, letting myself go, flow. I slide – inside, up, out- following those shadows, casted here and there.
I am something, anything, half a thing, a double of two things. I am what I left behind, what I have inside. I am the actual here and now.
I stretch an arm to touch the shape-shifting moving clouds. Dark, with their blues, their pinks, orange, purples and whites.
I look at time’s tide and capture the feelings. Time is not about a measure, time is about passion. I need passion, YES. But only if brought to devotion.
I am neither from here nor from there, joy is my identity. I put the moon on my shoulder, it tells me about tenderness and bounty. I am from everywhere. My heart, open. My soul doesn’t have an age, my age is liberty.
Let me wander through hills and valleys. Hope is our strongest weapon to fight against oppression. Feel, raising in your depths, the angry scream of insubordination.
Everything sacred has to be reinvented, shaken.
Wind, whistling change, is blowing now on the past. I hear whispers woven in creation of a thousand smiles.
Somewhere, somehow, we are connected. We, somewhat, with some differences, and at different doses, drink the same sip of pain, of joy, to show that we are able to resist. We walk, together, connected or disjointed, towards somewhere, something, someone. All we need is a smile, a word, a listening ear, a shoulder.
The moonlight, silver shimmering, glows within my heart. In its lissome steps leading the path, it whispers: Join in the shadows’ dance. Enkindle the light within you.
The wind brings many unanswerable questions. This rotten past-present-prison order stamps on us an absolute nervousness. Do we listen to each other? Do we care for each other?
My mouth is filled with ashes, echoes and cries… Cries against the orders. I see them rising. Invisible. Our FEARS are the invisible walls.
Humans, stop your ruthless determination for power. Rise. Be a daring cloud. The aching roar of thunder’s rage is surging in your soul. The insurrection will take root!
Let life wave its shapes and colours! Tell all the elements to follow the call of the uprising!
I feel a stirring in my bones. A yearning to be free and ignite the rebellion against the gray beard of bloody dark oppressive winters.
I dare its power. I celebrate the golden warmth oozing out from the folds of my toughened soil.
“Highland Fairytale” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film in Montserrat, Spain Featuring an Excerpt from “Haunted Houses” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Directed by Alex Soloviev.
Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Alex Soloviev
Music by: Kaı Engel
Narrated by: Tom O’Bedlam
“There’re many places in this world where have you been and missed something that was not included in your tourist guide. When you all of sudden see them, these hidden gems awake you to different points of view by allowing you to transcend your ordinary experiences and imagination. Saw-edged mountain is source of deep impressions caused by the singularity of the place.”
“Haunted Houses” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
There are more guests at table than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
As silent as the pictures on the wall.
The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that has been is visible and clear.
We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air.
Our little lives are kept in equipoise By opposite attractions and desires; The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, And the more noble instinct that aspires.
These perturbations, this perpetual jar
Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
Come from the influence of an unseen star
An undiscovered planet in our sky.
And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
Into the realm of mystery and night,—
So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.
“PYRÉNÉES D’AUTOMNE” (PYRÉNÉES FALL) is a Cinematic Aerial Short Film Directed By Guilhem Machenaud.
Directed by: Guilhem Machenaud
Produced by: CapsusFilms.com
Licensed Aerial Filming : Tristan Barathe ( Capsus )
Guides: Pierre Vignaux , Cesar Abadie and Pierre Meyer
“Capsus gains height and offers a moment suspended in the Pyrenees .
Exclusively drone shot in 4K , the famous film the mass in his new regalia . The ” Spring of Winter” also unveils a dazzling charm ephemeral , but always inclined to contemplation.”
