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Running water does not carry poison

A woman secretly sneaks into the house where her ex-partner lives, once the home of both of them. As if it were a ritual, she enjoys for the last time that place, she regains possession of it, trying to overcome the pain it evokes. And eventually, she succeeds, in her own way, with a token gesture on the edge of revenge. An intimate story that narrates Matilde’s wound through the house metaphor: nest-place, the concretization of lost love