The hidden sordidness of a world of romance transcribed with implacable objectivity through the exasperating triviality of depersonalized lives.
The text takes us back to an Argentinian past, to the hidden sordidness of a world of romance transcribed with implacable objectivity through the parodic copying of the clichés of journalistic language, of the ferocious impassibility of apparently neutral descriptions, of the exasperating triviality of depersonalized lives.
Nené, several decades later, still has the letters of her former lover, Juan Carlos, despite their current marriage. Don Juan Carlos, who died in a sanatorium victim of tuberculosis, is reconstructing, through the intimacy of spiteful or innocent beings, that love relationship that took place in Argentina in the 1930s.
