God closed my eyes, now I can see the world.
It's hard to see such a movie, it has nothing to do with the plot, it has nothing to do with lust, even, it has nothing to do with ideals. All the time in the film is quiet conversation and silent memory. The warm colors of the pictures and the passion of Mexican language make people unable to gradually indulge and then weep. It's like facing the true love of family members and friends, without any burden or gloom in my heart, I just want to shed tears on someone's shoulder.
I hope that good day, long drunk and never wake up.
The hero, with a thick beard, is also called Jose. Is Echo's lost dream of a lifetime?
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