THE FLAME OF A CANDLE

North of Portugal. A house of green azulejos, a garden, a magnolia. Rooms full of objects from past lives here. Traces of time, gestures and affects. Here Alzira was born, lived and died; here she was a daughter, a mother and a grandmother; here she played as a child, learned the piano, and devoted herself to an austere husband. She lived all these years with Beatriz, the maid, to the point that today she can no longer stand her. In the evening of her life, Alzira, liberated by the death of her husband, makes a decision that belongs to her alone for the first time.