A mysterious manuscript found by chance, twins, two countries, books passing from hand to hand... So many ingredients that Leonardo Mouramateus distributes as one would with cards. Comings and goings, bifurcations, a play of false mirrors between the characters, the filmmaker finds an obvious pleasure in losing us and playing with echoes, as with the actors who reappear under other figures. In five chapters, each devoted to a figure, like in a tarot card - the castle, the cheat, the hallucinated one, etc. - the film takes us from Rio de Janeiro to Lisbon. The threads cross, stretch, twist or wrap. A blurring is orchestrated mezzo voce , between mise en abyme and discreet enigmas distilled throughout the film: micro-shifts, secret correspondences, discreet lineaments. Thus, the most imperceptible daily life and its routine can generate the strangest situations, with playful resonances, the story having fun with causes and effects. Events would be like the elements of a great game, but all lightness. This evocation of astrology seems to suggest, to be understood as a metaphor for events and what can determine their sequence. This merry-go-round of palimpsests and correspondences testifies to a pleasure in invention, redoubled in Leonardo Mouramateus by an obvious joy in creating images with a great economy of means. Rigor of shots, humor of frames, play of colors: this film joyfully reminds us that cinema allows us to create a world of signs that we could simply take as so many beginnings of possible stories. A praise of arrangement above all else? This is what these flowers arranged in delicate bouquets that dot the film seem to suggest.