Leopoldo Panero, poet, died in Astorga, where he was born, in 1909. Fourteen years later, the people who were most closely linked to him, Felicidad Blanc, his widow, and his three children, remember that hot August day. The memory is subject to something more than that date. Other experiences arise. And through words and a journey through rooms, objects, streets and lost places, the story of a few years and of people united by family ties who never shy away from the expression of their differences and identities is revealed.
