It is a film about to be 'in movement' and 'to be static' in the form of poetry, fashion and music. Does everybody 'stop' to dance with the time? Does the time kill the love, the dream? What can we do? At one point our character said: 'Maybe I'm wrong, maybe everybody stops to dance with the time, maybe, maybe, maybe, but I need to try, I need to see, I need to dance... again.'