Buying an old guitar for her beloved husband, Anna didn’t suspect she was bringing evil into the house. The instrument is tied to an ancient curse, and all who own the guitar die. Raul and even Anna herself are in serious danger.
…An instrument for a true musician is not just a wooden box with strings stretched over it—it’s almost like a beloved woman. And the musician and the guitar must fit each other perfectly, like two halves of the same orange. Otherwise, there will be no Music. There will only be a set of sounds made without a soul. Someone might argue that it’s all about the musician’s skill—that in the hands of a true genius even a log would sound. But Pablo would answer that you can, of course, marry a grumpy woman and live with her in dissonance for your entire life, communicating only with harsh, cutting seconds. Or you can link your life with a compliant woman and enjoy the harmonious sound of her tender thirds…