The unsent letter, or better, the things that are left unsaid, are the starting point for a film that draws upon (in faint lines, fragmented, like pencil drawing in old paper) the life of three characters that are linked by the fact that they`re gay and that that characteristic itself served, in some way, as an obstacle in the attempt of reaching the other. In the black screen, their voices. They are male voices and they bring to us three testimonies in which a whisper, or a direct questioning to someone absent, are the common grounds. It`s their own interior that comes forth, as if the things that matter could only be said (and listened) with closed eyes.