In an apparently bucolic setting, a secret is revealed, accidentally, spontaneously. Returning from a horse ride, Jorgelina sees a bloodstain on Mario's saddle. There is another one on Mario's pants. Mario doesn't know what to say, he has no idea as to why. Jorgelina will accompany
him on his road through discovery, fear and, ultimately, acceptance. This revelation, instead of separating them, will bring Jorgelina and Mario closer than ever.
La Boyita was a type of trailer home that had the seemingly magical ability to float, a species of domestic amphibian. Every summer since my parents bought one, I imagined a series of adventures through rivers and forest. But our Boyita collected only dust and toys. Parked in the back of our yard, it became the home for childhood games and confessions.
One summer, everything changed. My parents had separated and my older sister began adolescence; closing the bathroom door, hanging out with new friends and moving into her own room for "privacy", a word that to me sounded like exclusion and loneliness. Facing a vacation at the beach where I knew I would be painfully left aside by my big sister and her friends, I decided to go to the country with my Dad and be with Mario, the son of the farmhands, who was our 'country' playmate. But Mario was going through his own transformation, one significantly more profound than my sister's. He wasn't a boy like others and this discovery, instead of separating us, drew us closer. Throughout a summer of siestas, horserides and adventures to the river, innocent and curious, the mysteries of sexuality began to appear, leaving to be discovered a truth that the adults around us did not dare to face."
