Nostalgia de vos

Can a silly pop song become the match point for two distant lovers, accidentally listening to the same radio station? A stupid jingle becomes the rhythmic excuse to explore a transition in a motel. A love conversation becomes a symbiotic monologue, that finally reaches its definite, precarious final shape of a pornographic consideration on gender, through a iridescent skin transformation. Though, the only real pornography lies in the voyeuristic eye of the observer which, in the private and intimate space of a hotel room, looks for genitals, or some kind of secondary sexual feature, to keep quiet the fear of uncertainty.