The last days of Francis Bacon in Madrid, according to the poetic fiction of Fernando Beltrán. He fictionalizes parts of those last lonely days in the capital, where he probably went to say goodbye to his lover, against the advice of the doctors.

The British painter, of Irish origin, wayward like the everlasting curls that fell on his forehead, did not want any funeral ceremony or any act of artistic recognition. “I received Bacon's slap,” says the poet, referring to the first time he saw his work.