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Francisco Maldonado se ve tristemente envuelto en una serie
de sueños que lo han atormentado, en los que
generalmente él, empuñando múltiples
armas (el machete, la escopeta, su propia madre) arremete
contra su padre, con el que ha perdido el contacto
intenso desde la muerte de su mamá. Este 31
de diciembre aparece de nuevo a su puerta el viejo,
don Juan Cristo, su papá, con el que además
colinda su finca, para que acuerden por fin, en este
último día de plazo después de
diez años de la muerte de su mamá, la
destrucción de la cerca que divide sus terrenos,
para que ella deje de ser un alma en pena, y para
que el municipio no tome a su albedrío estas
tierras. Así lo dejó escrito ella en
su testamento. Este inesperado reencuentro, al calor
del licor, genera un diálogo largo en el que
Francisco confiesa esos sueños y se lavan las
culpas, para terminar en los reinos del recuerdo o
de la irrealidad de los sueños, o de la ponzoñosa
realidad, en una tragedia singular, en la que pasan
al olvido los dolores, el humor negro, la niñez,
los partidos políticos y la cerca mientras
se consumen en la vereda el dolor y los muñecos
incendiarios del añoviejo.
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Francisco, 40 years, was raised by
his father in the middle of a period named “La
Violencia” (The Violence, 1948? To 1960?), an
intense but absolutely silent civil war that brought
kind of tortures and ways of killing than our country
couldn’t imagine before. That war contaminated
in a deep way the lives of the most of the farmers,
obligating them to take part of a conflict they were
not part of. Francisco´s father, Juan Cristo,
was one of the farmers that had to change his duty
of land worker to murder in the name of a party he
didn´t knew well at all.
Now is the last day of the year and the 10th anniversary
of Franciscos mother´s death. She ask them to
settle down and make peace between them and to tear
down the fence that divides their territories in her
will, giving them a 10 years deadline, or the lands,
that were of her own can be seized by the city.
Juan Cristo is very interested on the topic so he
goes to his son´s house, surprising him in a
middle of a nightmare. They start talking after all
that years of silence and decide to pass new year´s
eve together. The whole day they get close and then
faraway to forgiveness and understanding. Francisco
confesses his dreams as the liquor start to fire their
moods up. But all the hate and words are still there
alive, making their lives take the way they are used
to.
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