Synopsis
She is Madrid. He is Buenos Aires
She is charming, sociable and sensual, but tough and direct when she feels like she should be. He is seductive, tireless and cunning, but insecure and arrogant when the situation exceeds him.
They meet in Argentina and the romance was immediate and intense. A crush like they had never felt before, more intense than any other emotion they knew.
But she begins to feel uncomfortable outside of her country and suggests going to Spain together, just to him who feels his land as part of his family.
They love each other so much that they would be willing to do anything for each other. But they are so intense that if they did, they would hate the other for doing it.
A couple so perfect that not even they can bear it, to the point of constantly finding excuses to self-boycott: excesses, third parties, conflicting projects, generate more doubts than certainties.
A couple as perfect as it is uneven, full of love and hate, where both coincide only in two things: passion and melancholy.
Passion for what they want and melancholy for what they can no longer obtain.
We are what we do with our lives, which ultimately is always a summation of memories about what has been done, as subjective as the moment in which we remember them.
This film is that succession of memories of what he and she experienced, from where they left to where they arrived, not necessarily in that order. A series of fundamental moments in the lives of both, without a chronological order, that seeks to reflect on love, the couple, passion and hatred, nostalgia and melancholy, Madrid and Buenos Aires and always feel a stranger in their own earth, in his own home, in his own life.
This film is a search for reflections and questions, without answers ... just like life itself