The “gaucho” tradition is considered here through the story of a couple who are now elderly and living in the hills of Northern Argentina. Starting with their daily routine, their gestures endlessly repeated throughout a life, we look at the details, like heating the water to prepare the mate, rearing goats, and sewing. Time seems to stand still. We also look at matter, the wood that forms the house, the mountainous and arid landscapes. Sometimes, the silence is broken by a prayer or a song that seems to weave the invisible link between the red earth and the starry sky. Each element is perfectly in its place, and the very triviality of the gestures then seems to fulfil a mission of a metaphysical kind. And from the present of the elements of a life in virtual autarky, we are also immersed step by step in the memories of the couple. Then nostalgia unfurls for a world that is destined to disappear, like the fire that warms through the night before slowly going out before our eyes, and under the light of the sunset that heralds a new day.