Those two would really like to stop and pretty soon they will.
The landscape does not have a name as they neither do.
This day lasts long, every hour looks like the other and night doesn’t fall. Then they meet two kids with guns, two women that have been lost together inside the same opera and two men that exist separately inside the same music.
They are forced to rest. They decide to change roles so they can continue their walk. They lose their image and they find their proper voice.
They recall at once everything that happened during that endless day
and they give a name to this landscape.