Elena Trapé's third fiction film, led by another major interpretation by Laia Costa after that of Cinco lobitos. The film opens in an unusual way: a long prologue in the city, perfect in the composition of its gaze.

The mother-child relationships that dominate the film are accompanied by something as vaporous but as decisive as knowing exactly when you don't want to share your life with a person. A spectator who, as soon as he has noticed what he has been seeing these years, will be waiting for the last relief of that mother.