Quattro giorni o sempre

A love story. A thriller. A poem. It begins in New York in the light, frivolous, glossy tones of a wedding party. It grows into a euphoric addiction.
Vittoria arrives in New York from London with the audacity of her youth.
Elettra flees Trieste – the epitome of a fulfilling, consolidated and bourgeois married life.
Their lives clash in an absolute, primitive and eternal passion, right from the moment they first meet. Their time is now split between one encounter and the next – their space expands in the distances. They travel through the major European capitals, they break promises, they lie, they hide, they cheat, they meet again. A pressing rhythm of galloping hearts, of suspended orgasms, of lives torn to pieces, a love instilled in the body like a forbidden drug, their blood infected, they celebrate it and abuse it, illogically, running out of time, running out of logic.
It’s pure because it’s impossible. It sees it all because it’s blind.