SYNOPSIS

 

CARENA are the Tibetan horns that throw an ancient sound over the valley, they howl like a wolf does on the moon and at the same time they understand the night or make it darker.
I howl, I call and I sing from the crest so that the echo of it returns to me and strikes me again.

Carena is the last journey to the cliff, where pilgrims leave perpetual crosses, Sherpas and colorful banners in honor of the gods, where oxygen ceases to exist.
And up there, like the blades of a windmill or the lights of a lighthouse, my voice will resonate to leave my mark.

"The emptiness of the abyss is, in fact, a plenitude" Explorers of the abyss. Enric Vila-Matas