Under the omnipresent moon, Gypsies and Andalusians live and suffer. Women die because of the absence of men, and men shed their blood along the banks of the Guadalquivir. Everybody devours everybody! This human precipice is observed by petrified angels. When God appears, he is not the peaceful Christ in Majesty but an unborn child who is already waiting for his crucifixion. Man, the image of God, is doomed, but why? Lorca does not reply, since the answer lies within us.