
Hyacinth, a former matador who lives miserably with his nephew Pepote, receives a letter reminding him that, as agreed a few days before, he must participate in a bullfight to be held that same afternoon.
A faded glory haunts a man clinging to past triumphs. This drama feels like a dusty photograph, full of quiet desperation and the weight of unfulfilled potential. It's a somber reflection on a life lived on the edge, now facing its final curtain.















