Perhaps Shakespeare was right in saying that we are made of the same

substance of dreams , what is certain that we are the ones who give substance to our dreams. "Godiam, fugace e rapido e' il gaudio dell’amore".

What happens when a balloon takes off? Everyone rolls their eyes, some children cry, but there is nothing more to be done. But what if this balloon escaped from the hand of two clowns ?

Two aviators, hot air balloon pilots, fearless and courageous, embark on a journey to chase him. This journey will take them to Balloonia where they find the dreams that got out of hand, those that have broken out and those that are now deflated.

Will they be able to bring them back to earth?