“Father Juan says until we are married, except for holding hands, you should touch me only with your eyes.”


A   MEXICAN   TALE

“All proofs rest on premises” - Aristotle

Love, life, death, renewal; it's a story told by the Spirits of the Sierra Madre about a traditional Mexican Village. Is it tragedy or fate that brings the four friends together - and then rips them apart?

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