María Salafranca

A nocturnal portrait of Havana and its inhabitants through the songs they listen to and sing.

Fidel, the only gravedigger in a small Cuban village, has made the cemetery into his home. He, a simple mortal, has the mission of burying all the dead of his village.

On the side of the road, in a quaint Cuban town, stands a funeral home in which Maurilio and Fidela, partners in work as in life, have been preparing corpses for the past seventeen years. With quietly affectionate humour, María Salafranca takes us on an offbeat tour of this discreet establishment where death and love intertwine on a daily basis.

In this short, we see a delicate and deeply moving portrait of Maria, a grieving woman. Small fragments of Maria’s life and surroundings help give the work a sense of poetry and mystery that lingers long after the end of the viewing experience.

The young Soto rebuilds his childhood home. The leaking cement that needs to be smoothed awakens the memory of an absent father: Soto will never be like him. An intimate and hopeful documentary about the dream of a family nest.