piensan las manos

The autumn weather in a remote village of Caurel, in the mountains of Lugo, the slow time of the rain, the time to look for the fire...

It rains. The millstone continues to turn in the mill, tireless. Winter is coming to an end. In the abandoned village, spring plays its way through the fog. Life and death in a land anchored to the sea and the fog, where the past is as present as the future.

On his return to his Galician homeland, the poet and storyteller Antón Avilés de Taramancos (1935-1992) sees the parallel stories of his life in Colombia and the history of the American continent intermingled. The uneasiness of a new world and the terror of colonisation and subsequent slavery give way to peace in the city where all the ingredients blend together (European, African, Amerindian) and, finally, integration in the ecstasy of dance. After his death, around a sidereal oak tree, the sounds of the two continents come together.