Out of love and hate, hearts change and walk through a wildland... **** On a quiet afternoon at the highest point of an old Mexican village, a Mariachi closes his eyes and strums his guitar going into a deep trance. He stops playing for a moment and breathes in a sigh... Then he resumes strumming with tenacity, because playing his guitar was his life, and in that moment when the breeze dragged the old dust of old Mexico, he felt he was born to play that one song. the strings resonate with the vibrating chords, he is joined by a little girl who sings a long-forgotten song, an old song about a man's pain, his loneliness and his fate. Out of respect, the people of the village are silent: The women sit and the men remove their hats solemnly bearing them on their chests.