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The film poem about pesticides reflects on the return to the natural food chain, in which insect pest serve as food for the higher order. The harmonic cycle of life and death, the temple that is the wildflower field resounding with the inebriating sound of crickets chirping and wheat spikes rustling in the wind, is invaded by the human, the ultimate consumer with no natural predator. |
Our Gypsy Blood
FUCK TV
Cordobés 65
A-Okay
Honey Bunny Duracell
The Cry of the Banshee
Gabriel Lynch: Where I'm Going Next
Reflecting Thought: Stan Brakhage
Mysterious Object at Noon
Phantom Islands
Pin
Roma Boys – The Love Story
Seeing Thunder
Sublapse Video Mag 1
The Photography of Inhabitants of One House
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Persistencies of Sadness & Still Days (Take 1)
The Moșilor Fair
Day Sleeper
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