In 1640, the young Bartolomé Esteban Murillo walks through the bright squares of Seville with his brushes under his arm, it is a spring afternoon, everything smells new. A swarm of children comes to meet him, he observes their movements, their games, their lives of joy and poverty. Other girls surround him singing popular romances. Romances that evoke a past of the earth, a past full of Moorish stories, of border wars, of distant loves of Andalusian stories. Murillo stops time and catches the air. The streets and corners of Seville are made frame of his famous paintings with guitar beat. It is the Murillo closest to the people, the Murillo of the everyday.