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Perhaps some day

you can understand,

for what I wept,

what I begged of knees,

to these children of bitch.

This night it was shouting,

the hills were imitating,

and the people were laughing.

Against my pain I fought saying...

He will have given birth to you

a bitch with anger...

That's why you have eaten him...

his bosoms.

Now since me swallow

Now since me absorb

how to your mother.

To this woman who sings to them

this night they seized him, they violated him,

it did not make them sad of my not born daughter.

It did not give them shame.

This night they took hold, violated me with his penis and with his hand,

it did not make them sad that my daughter

he saw them from within.

And not contentments with that

they have made me swallow

the dead penis

27 00:02:29,407-> 00:02:31,637 of me husband Josefo.

His poor dead seasoned penis with gunpowder.

With this pain it was shouting,

better kill me

and bury me with my Josefo.

I do not know anything of here.

Whenever you remember...

when you cry mom...

you make your bed dirty with tears

of sorrow and perspiration.

37 00:03:10,247-> 00:03:12,317 You have not eaten anything.

If you do not want to eat... only say it to me

and I do not prepare anything.

I will eat if you sing to me...

and you water this memory that dries off.

I do not see my memories, it is as if it was already not living.

To seeing... You Feel good.

You are thrown

as a dead bird.

I am going to arrange the bed a bit.

The uncle does not understand me, ma.

I take this as protector.

I saw everything from your belly.

What they did to you, I felt your tear.

That's why now I take this

as a shield of war...

as a stopper.

Because only the disgust,

it stops the disgusting ones...

I have to wash well your clothes

so that you do not come

with me

to the village

stinking to sadness.

To where are you going?

I am going away to the sky,

to watering flowers,

to watering flowers.

To where are you going?

I am going away to the sky,

to watering flowers,

to watering flowers.

To where are you going?

I am going away to the sky,

to watering flowers, to watering flowers.

Let's sing, let's sing.

It is necessary to sing nice things

to hide our fear...

Let's sing, let's sing,

let's sing nice things,

to hide our fear,

to hide our heridita.

As if it did not exist, was not hurting.

Now with the cousins!

Now with the grandpas!

This piano is broken but he keeps on singing: Do you hear it?

These glasses seem caramelitos of colors.

Do you give me a water glass?

- I take you to your house. - To where?

To your house.

Not, I am well.

In my people you have to walk this way, given to the wall.

If the souls do not seize you and they kill you.

My brother died this way, emaciated as skull.

For not paying attention to the sad souls.

It was burning very much his belly.

My mom was in the farm.

And my grandpa in the people selling animals.

On having died, the doctor gave us the photo of his stomach

it is the only thing that we have left.

Radiography.

Yes, that.

We are already coming to my house,

it is there in the corner.

Then, I remain here.

But I am going to look at you until you come.

I hope the people do not recognize you

when we come to the people.

I will have loaded you like on a baby.

My dad is already not going to be solito

with the worms...

- You need consolation. - Why?

There is geraniums, hydrangeas, jasmine. And you seize daisies.

The plants tell the truth. They are not like the people.

In his stems everything is read, his life, his memory.

The ground is necessary to remove it of below to above

this way the sun is not always burning hot the same ground the whole moment.

If one does not form a crust

and the plant dries off very rapidly.

I know that,

in my people it had an orchard.

Insurance that during the war

your mother gave you birth,

perhaps with fear

your mother gave birth to you.

I brought to you a gift.

In the garden there are Geraniums, Camellias, Daisies,

Cactus, Sweet potato, Quite less it swallows. Why?

And you porqu� are afraid to walking alone on the street?

Because yes.

In the same way, because I want.

I am not afraid because I want.

Only the death is obligatory,

the rest is because we want.

And when they kill you and violate you what?

That is not obligatory!

It swallows it it is cheap

and it blooms little.

You also are sick.

So that you do not follow me.

What am I going to do here?

My pearls, my pearls!

We had a dealing!

Excuse me, uncle, please.

You already see how you breathe!

You see as you want to live.

You want to live but you do not dare!

Uncle su�ltame.

Breathe!

Lucky! Do not go away!

Lucky! Do not go away! Lucky!

That take it from me.

That take it from me of inside.

That take it from me of inside.

It looks at the sea, ma.

It looks at the sea.