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Agatha 

On a Monday morning, Próspero arrives in his apartment after a full weekend of partying. In the apartment building across the way Carlos is watching – both men have seen each other multiple times, but they don’t know each other. Carlos is a Colombian musician who has just moved to New York. He’s fascinated with Próspero and his life. When Carlos comes home high after attending his own parties he enjoys composing songs while imagining his neighbor’s life. However, the morning the film opens on is different – Carlos watches from his couch intently interested in the presence of Agatha, a mysterious woman.
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On a Monday morning, Próspero arrives in his apartment after a full weekend of partying. In the apartment building across the way Carlos is watching – both men have seen each other multiple times, but they don’t know each other. Carlos is a Colombian musician who has just moved to New York. He’s fascinated with Próspero and his life. When Carlos comes home high after attending his own parties he enjoys composing songs while imagining his neighbor’s life. However, the morning the film opens on is different – Carlos watches from his couch intently interested in the presence of Agatha, a mysterious woman.

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Genre:Drama
Written By:Julián De La Chica
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Runtime:41 minutes
Studio:Irreverence Group Music

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