Hot Air Balloons

Some links are pacts. Forged out of similarity, out of need, out of an intimacy clear and deep. And the ones forged with those who leave us remain; they take with them a part of who we were: thoughts, habits, gestures. Each loss represents an interruption in the flow of our existence and suspends us in the wind; like Enrico and Jean-Claude’s hot air balloons. Or like little colorful balloons that in stories always have a destination, but in real life burst once they get too high. They go up, the hot air balloons that these two brothers went to see on a day off. United by a strong and tender bond, Enrico and Jean-Claude watch them get lost in the distance, safe and silent within the boundaries of the promise they exchanged.