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THE DRIED BUTTERFLIES

You'll never know what oblivion is.

Nor will you suffer, darling.

Do you like it?

Jorge disappeared.

His parents never heard from him again...

after he went out.

"Some Day We Will See the Resurrection of Dried Butterflies"

The body disappears.

I'm afraid of being erased from life.

I wish I were made of bronze and admired forever, just as you admire me now.

But without blood, what's the point?

No, no.

Nothing can be erased just like that.

It has to be how he wants.

But it can't be.

A statue.

Of course.

A statue lasts longer than life.

And blood.

You are beautiful.

You don't think.

You sing.

I can't reach.

- I'll help you. - And me.

Don't let them see you.

No, don't let me fall.

Hold on tight.

Do you see it?

Yes, there it is. It has blood on it.

Let's play.

No, Miss Julio scares me a lot.

Let's all go so nothing happens to us.

Yes, let's go.

- Knock. - No, I won't.

- I'll knock. - There's the bell.

Gloria, let them in.

Yes, miss.

Good morning, Miss Julio.

Good morning.

We killed a bird...

and it fell in your garden.

Will you let us pick it up?

You killed it?

And you don't feel sorry for the poor little bird.

No, it was very ugly and very black.

Don't lose the tail feather.

He killed it.

Do you want to see a very beautiful bird?

Yes.

- Come in. - Let's go.

- Look. Look. - How pretty.

Yes, look, how pretty.

- Look at those colors. - How pretty.

And look at that beautiful cage.

His name is Plinio.

Did you bring him from Africa?

No, from Brazil.

My mom gave my sister one just like it.

What does it eat?

Well, it eats cherries, mosquitoes, birdseed...

and also banana.

- I've never seen one like this. - How old is it?

Don't open that curtain!

Wouldn't you prefer to see Plinio?

What's your name?

Olak.

Come join your friends.

- Do you want candy? - Yes.

Let's see.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- You're welcome. - The bird is really pretty.

We don't want the other one anymore because it's dead.

That's fine.

Wow, it's really getting late.

- Yes, let's go. - Goodbye.

My mom is going to give it to me. I came without permission.

Hey, what was the bird's name?

Plinio.

What are you looking at?

The children.

The sunlight.

You know there's no one I like more than you.

Besides, I'm no longer at an age to provoke jealousy.

Come.

Look, I brought this for you. It has our date.

August 15, 1964.

Put it on me.

Yes.

It's very beautiful. Thank you.

Sometimes I wish that all my schoolmates knew you

and knew that I'm your lover.

Lovers should not hide, but we're cowards.

We should go out together everywhere.

That's impossible.

Why?

It would be ridiculous. You're older than me.

The right to be lovers is not a privilege of age.

The only thing required...

is the capacity to love.

You know, I feel very safe about everything when I'm with you.

One day you told me you were an atheist.

Queen of the Most Holy Rosary.

Queen of Peace.

Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.

Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.

Under your protection we take refuge, Oh Holy Mother of God.

Do not despise our petitions in our necessities,

But deliver us always from all dangers, O Glorious and Blessed Virgin.

Come, Lady, for us, that we may be made worthy

of the promises of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.

In the name of the Holy God, Lord.

Amen.

Place it on your forehead, Miraculous Virgin.

Let him return. Let him return.

I'm about to close.

Those who captured so much beauty are mistaken.

The idols reflect so much pain in their eyes.

The idols reflect so much pain in their eyes.

Their flesh is torn, they almost scream, their blood flows endlessly.

I must not return to the church nor to the museums.

They are full of beauty and infamy.

A statue is cold...

it is not life...

it has no love.

To be life and love, substance is necessary.

Flesh.

Flesh and blood.

Flesh.

Flesh.

Flesh.

Flesh.

Flesh.

Flesh.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

You like the light, don't you?

Gloria! Do not open all the curtains, there is too much light.

Oh, miss, the darkness is so horrible.

And your house is so beautiful.

Let the sun in and illuminate it.

You also look very good in the light.

Please give Plinio his food.

Yes, miss.

When will you finish your novel, miss?

I don't know.

Probably in a month or two, I don't know.

I would like to write a novel about what has happened to me.

I would portray my husband in a pig snare.

Then I could kill him, because that's what he deserves.

Don't open that!

I don't like that garden, I've told you many times.

Why don't I call a gardener to fix it?

I don't like that garden, that's all.

When my novel is published, I will dedicate it to you.

What is it about?

It's a love story.

I love love, it's so beautiful.

The lovers in my novel are unhappy.

Because they fear no longer being lovers.

Like everyone.

Wait for me, Jorge, I'm coming!

- What did you say, miss? - Nothing!

Is the lady here?

Yes, here I am.

Can I see Plinio?

Of course.

Come in!

Can I give him this little piece of orange?

No, Plinio has never eaten that and it would hurt him.

But thank you, Olak.

Give it to me, I'll throw it away.

Do you like him?

Yes, I like all the pretty birds, but not the ugly ones.

They say that evil always takes refuge in ugliness.

Ugliness oppresses.

I would like to have a Plinio...

but my mom doesn't like animals.

Plinio is yours.

Whenever you want, come see him and talk to him.

Thank you.

I don't like the house when there's so much silence.

Me neither.

Once you said you liked solitude.

That was just talk.

If not shared, the pleasure of beauty is not pleasure.

I finished the chores, miss.

Is there anything else you need?

No, Gloria, thanks.

I'll come again next Saturday.

- Did you buy everything for the week? - Yes, nothing is missing.

Alright.

I'm leaving now, miss. Thank you.

Don't be gone too long.

I don't like being without you.

Yes, one moment, one moment, please.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Get me out of here, please.

See you on Saturday, miss.

Goodbye, Gloria.

Miss Julio.

- Nice to see you here. - Good afternoon.

I still don't have your Saint Sebastián.

I will return soon, thank you.

Very well.

What gives it this color?

I couldn't tell you.

It's an original piece, perfectly preserved by the gilding.

It doesn't look that old to me.

I bought it as such, and I'm never wrong.

I'm interested in the process.

I have a piece that I would like to restore myself...

so that it's preserved...

like this one.

If it's a valuable piece, I don't advise it.

Why?

There are workshops that specialize in this work.

They do it with such care, that the piece does not lose its value.

Do you know what the process is?

No, miss.

But I can give you the address of the workshops, so they can tell you.

Hello.

How's Plinio?

He's at home alone, like you.

I'm waiting for my mom.

She always gets home from work after seven.

Is it much longer?

Haven't you had a snack?

My mom doesn't give me a key, I have to wait here for her.

Tomorrow I'm going to see Plinio.

Why don't you come see him now?

You can feed him while I prepare a snack.

I invite you.

It's going to start raining. Let's go.

Take off your jacket.

You can feed Plinio.

The birdseed is in the drawer of the dining room cabinet.

Can I open the little door?

Yes, he's a tame bird, he won't try to fly away.

Does he like to fly?

Of course, but his wings would never take him outside the cage.

I'd like to see him free,

flying in your garden or perched on the fence.

He doesn't know freedom and fears it.

His freedom is in the cage.

I haven't taught him anything else.

You are a very intelligent boy, but very naive.

You spoke a great truth.

Free, perched on the fence or flying in the garden.

I'd also like to fly.

He grew up in this cage.

This is his world.

And that's enough for his wings.

You know what?

Plinio is like you.

Why?

Well, you only have a mom, right?

Yes, but Plinio doesn't have a mom or dad.

He has me.

He waits for me like you wait for your mom.

He doesn't need to get out of there.

Singing makes him happy and it makes me happy.

Do you understand?

Yes, he loves you very much, right?

At least he hasn't told me otherwise.

He can't talk.

I like him a lot.

I'm leaving now.

Wait, I invited you to have a snack.

It's already late, my mom might come and if I'm not there she'll scold me.

With all this rain, she wouldn't have arrived yet.

What time is it?

It's not seven yet.

You are very beautiful.

You look like an angel.

Me?

Yes.

Very beautiful.

Don't you have children?

Where is your husband?

He died.

You are very beautiful.

I love you so much.

If you come tomorrow, I'll have cake, chocolate and many things you'll like.

Can I tell my friends to come?

No.

Well, if you want.

But Plinio won't like to see so many faces.

Then I'll come alone.

That's better.

I'm leaving now, I'm sure my mom has arrived.

I left the gate open.

Can you close it properly, please?

Won't you give me a kiss?

Don't talk to me about freedom, my love.

The only real freedom would be...

the freedom of beauty, the freedom of my love.

It would be walking together without a destination

or towards the same destination.

Open up, Cassandra.

Cassandra.

I was waiting for you.

I came, but I can't stay.

Why?

You already know.

Your parents again?

Yes.

They already found out I'm not going to school and they are furious.

And so what?

I don't know what to do.

You're not going to tell me you care about that.

I love them, you know that.

Yes.

I know.

I have to go, I just came to let you know.

Is this how you want to become a man?

They will make a puppet out of you.

What do you want me to do?

Tell me.

It's up to you, Jorge.

Do what you want, what you desire, without considering your family.

It's the only way to achieve something, to be someone.

If I had been a man...

No, it's not that easy to be one.

Besides, I still depend on them for everything.

I must obey them.

Alright.

Don't be mad at me.

You can help me.

You're older than me.

Come in.

Just for a moment.

- But it's just... - Come.

I want to be by your side.

Both of us together.

Always.

How quickly time passed!

It's almost twelve.

I hope I catch the last bus.

Tell them you went to the movies... or something.

That you had an extra class and your friends invited you to dinner.

It's a good lie.

If we lived in the same neighborhood,

we would have already been discovered and separated.

Don't say that, Jorge.

No one can end love.

What are you reading?

The Bible.

Listen to this.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh and perishable.

That which is born of the spirit is free and immortal.

Only sayings.

We have to change the world. Marx.

War and injustice are the result of property.

Saint Augustine.

Respect for the rights of others is peace.

Benito Juárez.

Follow the three movements of FAB.

TV: soak, wring and hang.

That's pure literature.

Sayings.

You're thoughtless, like all young people.

Maybe it's not that, but fear or selfishness.

I don't know.

Adults have made us lose confidence in everything.

And they have taught us not to lose our comforts.

That's why I learn sayings and that's it.

- Young people are always... - Again, young people.

Look, adults judge us, criticize us.

But they don't find out what it is that bothers us.

What do we want?

Money?

Love?

I don't know.

The thing is that no one is satisfied.

Come.

I like to watch the sunset.

Watch the shadows die.

Don't you?

What?

I told you I like to watch the sunset.

And you?

Yes.

But it makes me sad.

Like everything that means the end of something.

I love you madly.

I can't live without you.

This house without your voice...

without your smell...

without your presence.

It would be horrible.

You have to stay forever, do you hear?

Forever.

Statues have no life.

Their eyes are cold.

They have no secrets.

With them...

there's no possibility of intimacy.

But at least they last centuries.

And you don't.

Your youth doesn't last.

No.

I like this night.

Me too.

But I have to get home.

What's wrong, Jorge?

You were silent all through dinner.

I don't like places with a lot of people.

Forget everything.

We could spend the whole night in this place.

No one would bother us.

You and me...

alone.

It's late, I have to go.

Please...

a little longer.

You know I can't be late getting home.

I don't want to have trouble with them.

It's barely ten o'clock.

Should I continue with the story?

Yes, I'm enjoying it.

Rosa couldn't forget him.

She loved him very much.

When he went on a trip...

she missed him so much...

that she didn't want to eat.

Her sadness was very great.

Rosa couldn't see... but she felt.

She knew by touch... by smell.

She was sure she knew the flowers...

the water... the flesh...

and above all...

him.

Soon she began to look ugly.

Yellow.

She couldn't even stand juice.

She was pitiful.

And he didn't know?

No one told him?

Why didn't he come back if he adored her like a treasure?

Like something irreplaceable.

He was very far away.

He was doing it on purpose.

But why make her suffer?

He wanted her to be perfect...

not to love him so much, so she wouldn't suffer.

He thought like you...

that love hurts.

I'll tell you the ending tomorrow.

It's very late, I'm leaving.

Jorge!

You can't leave me here.

It's right there, close to your home.

Here comes my bus.

You know I'm curious. I want to know the ending.

Please, I won't be able to sleep.

I'll tell you tomorrow. Goodbye!

The ending of the story?

I forget.

I'll find it.

I have to find it.

There can't be a story without an ending.

I have to find it.

I won't rest until I find it.

Jorge!

Jorge!

Jorge, my love!

Don't hide now.

Jorge, my boy!

I know the ending!

And I'm happy!

Why did you lose your fear of being seen?

You kissed me in front of everyone.

And they envied us.

I love you.

There is no story without an ending.

I know the end of the story.

Then, remind me.

I'm going to tell you.

You stopped at the part where she was losing her color.

And beginning to wither because of her beloved's absence.

- Isn't that right? - More or less.

One day, he returned.

He approached her.

He took her hands.

And she, without seeing him, recognized his smell.

He wanted to caress her to console her in her agony.

And Rosa, feeling him so close...

began to close her petals over those loving fingers.

And they began to bleed...

as the carnivorous one revived.

And Rosa became an incredibly beautiful flower again.

No.

That wasn't the ending.

I don't like it.

Blood is life.

Yes, naturally.

But what does that have to do with the story?

Give me your hand.

Are you crazy?

No, I'm not crazy.

I want to bite you so you give me your youth and your life.

Let me bite you a little.

If you catch me, I'll let you.

See?

You can't catch me.

Watch out!

I'm tired.

Watch out!

Take it.

My love.

Miss?

Miss?

Olak wants to see Plinio.

I thought you wouldn't come anymore.

Come in.

No!

We will live very happily.

Your parents have already made their life.

You make yours.

I don't know how.

Tell them you want to study in another country.

Europe, the United States, any place is good.

They won't believe me.

They'll ask me where I'll get the money for the trip.

Tell them you'll sell love.

Don't talk to them.

Leave them a letter.

Tell them you're going to seek your future...

and they should not try to find you.

Ask me to dance.

It's been a long time since I danced and I like this music.

What is the limit of love?

There isn't one.

It's... (whispers).

You know, you look more handsome today.

It must be the light that helps.

Don't turn on a light or I might disappoint you.

Hold me tight.

Let me cling to you.

Let me feel your body against mine.

Take me a thousand times and a thousand more.

May time stand still in the act of love.

Stop, time.

My hands killed you to preserve your beauty.

So that time wouldn't change you.

Did you see? I stopped time.

I am eternal.

I belong to no one.

I am free.

Shut up.

Don't say that.

You are mine.

I will never let you go.

You are the guilty one!

I can't stay here.

I have to stop seeing you.

The letter doesn't solve anything.

I'm afraid of what might happen.

You are to blame.

Do you want it to end?

I wanted to keep you beautiful.

But something went wrong.

Let in more light.

It's your turn, my love.

Here.

Here, behind this line.

From here?

Bravo! You have no aim.

Jorge!

You make me so happy.

- But... - But what?

It's all ours.

No.

My parents want to send me to Germany.

You can't leave me.

They don't understand.

They don't know.

The trip was our lie. It was an excuse.

And the letter?

I was afraid to leave it for them.

Tomorrow we'll send it.

You can't leave.

Never.

Did you buy him?

No.

A friend gave him to me.

Do you like him?

He's pretty.

One day he'll learn to sing.

How long do birds live?

Some up to twelve years.

Or more. I don't know.

What's that?

Laudanum.

Why do you put it in the tea?

It produces sweet dreams... and crazy ones.

It's like...

rose petal extract.

Do you know why I did it?

Because I want to keep you pure.

With your beauty intact.

It's the only thing that sustains my love.

The spirit does not interest me.

It never interested me.

And you knew it.

It was the contact between our bodies.

The ultimate pleasure.

That is love.

No one invented it.

Neither the poets, nor the people.

Look at me.

When you look at me I shudder.

I tremble.

My nipples harden.

And they hurt.

And I cry.

Where is your soul, Jorge?

And your beauty?

Tell me!

It's only a memory.

It has no value.

It's not real anymore!

You no longer embrace me... tenderly...

like you used to before you became lacerated flesh.

That is no longer your body...

or your joy...

or your age.

Go back were you came from...

I don't accept it!

In my garden you will be flowers... air... earth...

and we will love each other...

in different worlds...

separated.

Olak...

come.

Olak...

come.

Olak...

come.

Olak!

Are you going to Miss Julio's house?

No, not today.

Olak...

come.

Who could it be?

Could it be him?

You?

Yes. I'm late because of the traffic. My bus took hours to pass.

The house seems like it hasn't been cleaned in a century.

Poor thing!

He has no water or food.

I didn't realize.

I've been very busy with my novel and that takes up all my time.

And this?

I was admiring her. She was very pretty.

Leave her. You're going to get your hands dirty.

Do you feel sick?

No, just tired.

You should take better care of yourself and not work so much, miss.

Exactly. Last night I decided to take a vacation with Jorge.

I'll be away for eight days.

Who did you say?

With a friend.

I'm very glad.

Going out is good, even if only for a weekend.

Do you want me to clean the house as usual during that time

or should I wait until you return?

As usual!

Why haven't you gone home yet, Olak?

Because I go to school now.

Plinio is very sad. Don't you want to see him?

Yes, but it's very late now. Tomorrow I have to go to school.

Poor thing. I think he is going to die.

He hasn't eaten for many days.

I think it would be best to give him to you.

Me?

He's sick.

Poor thing.

I love Plinio, but I don't have a cage.

I'll give you the cage too.

Plinio doesn't know how to live anywhere else.

Can I give him birdseed?

Yes, you can.

It's not fair that being so beautiful, he dies and disappears forever.

I don't want him to die.

Do you want soda?

Yes.

-- English subtitles for TNT by slappy --