Ceniza en la boca

Diego jumps from a fifth floor and since then that image has not stopped drilling his sister's head: six seconds and a body crashing to the ground. It is she who looks back and tells the story of the two brothers. Her arrival in the world in a home where life was never fair. The years they spent in Mexico with their grandparents, while her mother was looking for a life in Spain, and it was she, still a child, who took care of Diego. The stage in Madrid, a city that they did not understand and that did not understand them either. The first separation, when she went to Barcelona to make her way and her brother stayed in the place she hated the most. And I returned her, carrying Diego's ashes, to a Mexico very different from the one she remembered.