Mature Shemales Toying [UPDATED]
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La Misa como nunca te la habían contado. Un deslumbrante recorrido a través del sentido bíblico del sacrificio -desde la Creación hasta nosotros- acompañados por anfitriones de lujo: Eduardo Verástegui, el autor súper ventas Scott Hahn, el bicampeón de Fórmula 1 Emerson Fittipaldi, el Barrabás de La Pasión de Cristo Pietro Sarubbi, Raniero Cantalamessa... y por jóvenes 'besados' por Dios. Con increíbles imágenes de la naturaleza de Brasil e Islandia; rodado en la Playa de las Catedrales (Lugo) y en Matera (Italia).
| Título original: | EL BESO DE DIOS |
| Año: | 2022 |
| Fecha estreno: | 22-04-2022 |
| País: | España |
| Dirección: | P. Ditano |
| Guion: | P. Ditano |
| Productores: | Arturo Sancho y P. Ditano |
| Música: | Almighty y Andrea Bocelli |
| Dir. producción: | Alfonsina Isidor |
| Montaje: | P. Ditano |
| Fotografía: | César Pérez, Víctor Entrecanales y Dan Johnson |
| Mezcla sonido: | David Machado |
| Género: | Documental |
| Duración: | 76 min. |
| Distribuidora: | European Dreams Factory |
| EDUARDO VERÁSTEGUi | narrador (voz) |
| EMERSON FiTTiPALDi | entrevistado |
| SCOTT HAHN | narrador y entrevistado |
| PiETRO SARUBBi | actor, narrador y entrevistado |
| CARDENAL CANTALAMESSA | entrevistado |
| BRiEGE McKENNA | entrevistada |
| MARY HEALY | entrevistada |
| RALPH MARTiN | entrevistado |
| JOSÉ PEDRO MANGLANO | entrevistado |
| TONY GRATACÓS | entrevistado |
| BEA MORiILLO | entrevistada |
| FER RUBiO | entrevistado |
“It’s not a boy,” Sam whispered. “It’s me.”
“You look lost,” Rio said.
“It’s a phase,” Mom said. “You’re confused. The internet has poisoned you.”
That night, Sam learned what “community” meant. In the cramped living room, a teenager named Jay was painting their nails black while arguing about Star Wars with an older butch lesbian named Roxy. A shy asexual boy named Peter was baking cookies in the kitchen, making sure no one used the same spoon for eggs and flour. And in the corner, a nonbinary elder—forty years old, which seemed ancient to Sam—named Ash was mending a torn binder with a needle and thread.
The night before their thirtieth birthday, Sam sat on the fire escape of the apartment they shared with Rio. The city glittered below. In the distance, a single rainbow flag flew from a church steeple—a sign of how far the world had come, and how far it still had to go.
“It’s not a boy,” Sam whispered. “It’s me.”
“You look lost,” Rio said.
“It’s a phase,” Mom said. “You’re confused. The internet has poisoned you.”
That night, Sam learned what “community” meant. In the cramped living room, a teenager named Jay was painting their nails black while arguing about Star Wars with an older butch lesbian named Roxy. A shy asexual boy named Peter was baking cookies in the kitchen, making sure no one used the same spoon for eggs and flour. And in the corner, a nonbinary elder—forty years old, which seemed ancient to Sam—named Ash was mending a torn binder with a needle and thread.
The night before their thirtieth birthday, Sam sat on the fire escape of the apartment they shared with Rio. The city glittered below. In the distance, a single rainbow flag flew from a church steeple—a sign of how far the world had come, and how far it still had to go.
