Sin Saber

It's as if feelings took precedence over reason. While some were dreaming, others were already making choices - just in a different direction. And it turned out awkwardly: instead of a romantic story, we got a monologue from a broken man with a heart full of other people's plans.

Everything here is ‘sin saber’: without warning, without hints, without the right to return. It's the kind of love that seems mutual - until the final credits roll. And then it suddenly becomes clear that this whole film wasn't yours. You just happened to be in the frame by accident.

But it still sounds tender. Even the resentment here is not angry, but confused. Because when you dream seriously, waking up is especially painful.