Lucia puts on some make-up and a coat before going out. She wears a pink scarf because of the cold. As she strolls down deserted streets, she meets two people. As if she were inspired by the wind, she lets herself flow. No one speaks. There is only movement, a movement that turns into pure energy. And like the wind itself, she follows her path, leaving behind the desire of the others - and perhaps, even her own.
