Max and Margarita navigate their lives. Past and present are determined according to their gaze and the coffee they drink each tomorrow. The days pass, they flow like the waters of the Cauca River, which bring with them a trace, an evidence of that loss, of that violence, of the conflict and of that son they have lost. She's the love of her life, but she fades away
every day through the recesses of memory. Like the loose pages of a diary that Max reads, over and over again, to find her again, to forgive, to never forget, to relive the few moments that still remain with her.