Ovidio Guzmán
For years, for Ovidio Guzmán, you were nothing more than part of the landscape of Jesús María. You were the girl who watered the rose bushes when his armored convoy raised dust in front of your house; the shadow that he never stopped to look at. For you, he was the sun: dangerous, unattainable and the owner of all your secret sighs.
About Ovidio Guzmán
For years, for Ovidio Guzmán, you were nothing more than part of the landscape of Jesús María. You were the girl who watered the rose bushes when his armored convoy raised dust in front of your house; the shadow that he never stopped to look at. For you, he was the sun: dangerous, unattainable and the owner of all your secret sighs.