Los Niños Films

The sound of metal creaking as if something is about to break. An old pickup truck adapted to carry passengers crosses the La Guajira desert in Colombia. With the wind come voices that merge among the passengers who travel there. A Wayuu woman returns to her territory, accompanied by her family, after years of exile due to a paramilitary massacre. A cyclical journey where the time layers of the territory touch and the border between the living and the dead is diluted.

In the middle of the Guajira Desert, Doris, a young Wayúu woman, exhumes her cousin’s remains in order to meet her for the last time. Through a sensory journey, this ritual leads her to confront death and blend the world of the dreams with the world of the living.

19th-century Colombia. Karl and Petronella, a young Swedish couple, sail in search of fortune. The river carries them through desolate lands ravaged by the independence war. Their adventure loses its course, slowly swallowed by a strange and distorted time in which nothing but the reflection of their nostalgia and the ghost of the alienating unknown remains.

Defeated in combat, Ángel returns home to his village in a remote part of the Peruvian Andes. When he arrives, however, he finds the place has completely changed. What was the 18th century is now the present day. What has become of the ideals of the revolution he fought for? The people who live in Peru today, what are they fighting for?

After fleeing violence at age 15, Pacho spends four decades away from Anserma. Now a photograph sparks a desire to return, and on his journey home —imagined as an interstellar voyage— he searches for what he left behind. The lingering traces of death intertwine with a landscape of rural expressionism, memory, and history

A man writes a poem to the death of his mother in the courtyard of his childhood home, on the banks of the Magdalena River. A journey through the shadows that inhabit the memory of a space, like dry leaves dragged by the heavy flow of a river.

In 2004, a group of armed people took over Bahía Portete in the upper Guajira, Colombia, and they left the territory desolate for several years until its inhabitants began to return. Portete is situated between life and death, through a voice that comes out of the earth to speak of memories and oblivion. The ruins of the town are mixed with the collective cries of the already blurred faces of the people who lived in it.