No one could ever imagine that one day La Chingada Vieja would fall in love. Because she's always alone, because no one has ever turn to see her, because everyone is always closing the door at her nose, because when they feel her coming they cross themselves, but most of all because no one could ever fall in love with death. But El Hombre sin nombre, has appeared in her "life" for good. Only the confusion of an avenging town and the desire of four men to arrive to heaven could change the plans of these two beings. Of whom the purist feelings alive have resurrected.
No one could ever imagine that one day La Chingada Vieja would fall in love. Because she is always alone, because no one has ever turn to see her, because everyone is always closing the door at her nose, because when they feel her coming they cross themselves, but most of all because no one could ever fall in love with death. But El Hombre sin nombre, has appeared in her life for good. Only the confusion of an avenging town and the desire of four men to arrive to heaven could change the plans of these two beings. Of whom the purist feelings alive have resurrected them.
Nadie pudo imaginar que un día La Chingada Vieja se enamoraría. Porque siempre había estado sola, porque nadie la miraba cuando caminaba, porque le cerraban la puerta en las narices, porque la sentían venir y se persignaban, pero sobre todo, porque de la muerte nadie se enamora. Pero El Hombre sin Nombre ha aparecido en su vida y no se piensa ir. Solo la confusión de un pueblo justiciero y el deseo de cuatro hombres por llegar al cielo podrán cambiar los planes de estos dos seres en los que han resurgido los más puros sentimientos de los que aun están vivos.
