A poem. About travel and the colors of a world, about the shadows of revolution, about a young composer victim of a strange universe. In fact, images of a society's death. A film about nuances of hope and expectation. As an old song about twilight, ancient words and dreams as smoke birds. For me this movie was wrapped in the end of Levan Abashidze. So, the music of Mahler, the remarks of characters, the music as soul of Georgian Euridice who must be saved the search of happiness, the fear as water of another Styx, the stone faces of women, the chain of victims, the gray soul of every frame, the pieces of Visconti's filmography are bricks of a deep "memento mori". A beautiful homage to a lost space.