In Hombres con un diente de leche there is a tender and unusual reflection on manhood, social class, and the relationships between fathers and sons. The countryside stretches as far as the eye can see, but not as a possibility or idyllic space, rather as a place of work. Luis Díaz gives words to the dry wound, to the tradition that suffocates, to the hands that tear out brambles and shear the wool, to what was never spoken.
