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Las Sinsombrero seeks to recover the memory of the Spanish women writers, artists and philosophers of the golden generation of 1927. Due to the overt chauvinism of this period these women have all but been eradicated from the cultural history of their country. This documentary seeks to pull them from out of the shadows and demonstrate the exceptional creative abilities and talents they possessed. Most of the women created there most important works in exile in Latin America and the US.

"One of the conclusions I have reached, after studying it a lot and giving it a lot of thought, is that single women who are not out to find a husband are marginalized or caricatured, but they are never really spoken to"

In Andalucia, the street market sellers have traditionally taken advantage of fun, and witty sense of humour to get a smile out of the customers in order to attract them to their stalls. Nowadays, it is harder to find people who claim their stuff, as it has become a banned practice for most of the local authorities. With "Show me now!", we are offering a sensitive trip throughout the images and sounds around the universe, endangered to became extinct from the Andalusian markets.

Life in the sea is disappearing from our shores, and not only underwater.

The documentary deals with the life and work of female Spanish artists and intellectuals who were forced to flee Spain after the Civil War and began a journey into exile where they had to start over, both personally and professionally.

Seven years late. An inhospitable place, immersed into the sand of marshes and surrounded by the light murmur of the forest, there is a whole village swearing every day, devoting itself to the sole aim of protect, watch over and worship the statue of a virgin beginning and end of their lives. The Dark Side, tries to show the terrible mix of feelings and passions around this particular relationship forged generation after generation.

Mágico the god. A magician that moved in the tiny football area as elegantly as he did in the eternal night. Jorge Alberto Barillas arrived to Spain with the 1982 World Cup wearing blue from his beloved country. He was leaving behind two years of civil war. The glory days and bohemian nights lay ahead of him. The magician's legend became a myth in the people's hearts. For all his team players, he could have been the best ever player, but all he wanted was to "be happy without stepping on anyone's toes". Back in Salvador, everybody follows either Real Madrid or Barcelona F.C. and of course, Cádiz F.C.

When we talk about sports we always say that you "play" them. You play tennis, you play football, you play everything, but no one says that you "play" boxing. Boxing isn't a game... Neither is coffee, gin, books, bars or friends. Fifty-two minutes full of dry Martinis, Ava Gardner, a boot cleaner from Baracoa, Neruda, Boxing at the Madison Square Garden, Rilke, literary articles, Cassius Clay, bullfights, Maradona, chocolate liqueurs, Francisco Umbral, love, Di Stefano, ham and over-easy eggs... Fifty-two minutes in the life of Manuel Alcántara. As Stevenson said, "Everyone dies young". And you can die in peace if you've written "Treasure Island" or "Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde".

What would happen if we were to put microphones on the table in a cafe in the center of a city? And surround it with hidden cameras? And we were to do so over a period of months? Would we get a reflection of society? Or is it simply an exercise in voyeurism, for the pleasure of being the spectator in other people's lives?