“I will hug him tight and I will say that I have to tell him very important things. I will tell him that I, for him, would have played even (the role of) the female, and that at the hospital they told me I had AIDS.”

A small Sicilian village, the late 80s. Here, two cousins grow up as if they were brother and sister struggling against the ancestral loneliness of a parentless family. They are vulnerable prey with nobody around to teach them to be aware or defend themselves. Behind closed doors hide a whole village who spy, judge but never live their own life. The two characters try to fight against their own destiny so that they can keep on dreaming: she to abandon that cradling but drowning island, and he to freely love another man. Just like in an Ancient Tragedy, there must be someone expiating somebody else’s sin: the young, pure boy is himself consumed by the shadow of HIV. He who has never done “nothing with nobody” is infected by love. While everybody cries for his forthcoming death, his love for life explodes and redeems the whole village.

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