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In each woman there is every woman…

To you, because you deserve it

RED WINE NIGHT

Shot in Barcelona, its streets, its bars, on its roads and beaches. And in Vic and its surroundings. Spain

8 o'clock, 22 minutes and 10 seconds

8 o'clock, 22 minutes and 20 seconds, 8 o'clock…

If I don't come, don't wait for me.

And if this clunker doesn't ring to explain my delay, you should never wait for me anymore.

8 o'clock, 22 minutes

And if this clunker doesn't ring to explain my delay, you should never wait for me anymore.

- Ok? - Ok

- Hemingway died alone! - Shut up

That’s what naïfs call destiny.

Come with me, come on. Where will you go without me tonight?

- No, I wont follow you - Come on…

No. Talk to me so I don’t hear you. No, don’t be such a pain.

No. Talk to me so I don’t hear you. No, don’t be such a pain. The emptiness will make my absence seem definitive

The emptiness will make my absence seem definitive

Definitive absence is death, and you know it.

- You don’t want to? Why? I need you. - Water? Mineral?

I’d take you to skyes never reached before drinking red wine…

The best bars and the best wines. The ones we loved so much…

If you come with me. Otherwise, I’ll leave alone

At first little sips, as if kissing the woman I love…

- No! - You, in each glass, I’ll keep kissing with every sip

Until I feel I’m absorbing the wine through each pore…

…and my black horse appears with its wings wide open…

…and I ride him through privileged worlds…

…until the last sky never reached before.

The night will become spherical, dark and pure, full of comprehension.

And we’ll feel able to satisfy our serenity,

The serenity you keep wandering around for.

And I’ll give you a beautiful name you’ll love,

And we will mock those destroyed by the lack of humility to say:

“Do you want to come with me?”

Words will multiply, new ideas, new sensations

The black horse will go to the edge of loneliness

Our loneliness if you come, my own if you don’t.

If you let me, I’ll go with you to that last sky of yours.

Without any questions?

- Without memories? - Yes.

- Without nostalgia? - Yes.

- Starting now? - Yes.

It would be a beautiful sky, right?

But I only have 30 pesetas, not enough for us both.

If you don’t mind, I can pay.

Money to get to each bar until this sad town becomes happy?

- Yes. - I’d like to give you the money.

- You already gave it to me. - For a whole night of traveling?

As much travelling is needed to never come back.

- And slowly, with 5 or 6 sips. - little sips, as if kissing the woman I love…

-…I should say the man - No, with both hands.

A kiss where your mouth goes, and a caress where you put your hands.

Love in everything. But it’s too soon to get intimate.

- I heard you with your friends. - I was telling her…

Sometimes we hang out.

Our journey has started. You feel better?

Good. No rush. I’ll wait for you.

I think you can travel, You know how to create a new love…

…how to love the glass. Drinking is loving the glass.

Let’s remember our starting point, so we can always go back.

- Barcelona the night of…? - The 30th I think

- Not the 29th? - No.

- The 30th of October? - No.

- February? - No.

Whatever! There’s no date good enough for our journey!

Someone told me his grandfather used to stop the clocks…

…when in company of friends. Time is dead!

Jacinto, don’t let us dry. And tell them not to ask us anything.

We’ve forgotten how to answer.

And what’s your name? It doesn’t matter…

I’ll call you “Traveller”, drink with your eyes closed…

…so you can forget your memories tonight.

No memories, emptiness filled with wine.

Wine, old friend. It’s time to start drinking well.

Wine, old friend,

I wonder where you’ll take us When we can no longer fight you.

Riding a black winged horse, through privileged worlds…

Drink Encore, wishing the worlds you want to imagine.

Tonight you’ll reach them. With your new sounds, new images.

Open paths to reach the edge of death with this new tingle,

Yes Encore, close your eyes. And drink, like so.

Tomorrow everything will be flat again. Even sadder.

A return after a deep sleep, And you can think it never happened.

Don’t be ashamed of the lie, your truth will also be different.

Not the vulgar truth of calendars and clocks,

The tick tocks, the dates on calendars… We’ll care tomorrow, let’s go.

We don’t want to miss the horse! It’s not always reachable.

- Do you speak languages? - I’ve studied French and English…

- You know what Encore means? - Still

I give names to the girls but then something happens and they’re useless.

I know! No memories, no nostalgia. But I mention her because you know her.

I call her Encore, still. Now I should call her Never Again.

- How would it be in French? - Could it be Déjà Non?

- Another drink before we leave? - Do you drive?

Do you like the name I gave you? Traveller is nice, right?

- I like not saying the name I have. - You had.

In the name of our new friendship, I baptize you: Traveller.

Jacinto, you’re the godfather. Drinks on you.

I’ll have a gift for her at Christmas.

When I’ll write to you, I won’t mock your name.

You can. I’m used to it!

- It was a bad joke from your folks! - Yes, one of many.

I’ll write a beautiful song with your name, and nothing else will matter.

- Promise you’ll come see me. - I promise.

I don’t know what to say so I can leave home a few days.

- You have endless possibilities. - I’ll learn to lie.

- To be more sincere when you love me? There’ll be neither lies, nor truth.

…only craziness. This village drowns me. It’ll drown me more and more.

- Every name on a pin… - Do you have Traveller?

- Silver pins, for your loved ones… - I said Traveller.

No sir. This is a Renfe name. I don’t make up names! I make up stories…

…about what’s happening. My youth is in my books.

The most important: Love between unknown languages.

How the Yankee army influences our virgins. It’s a tragicomic poem.

People keep wanting more themes. The one on discrimination is sold out.

Nights can fill up with new friends We can use if we get bored.

Do you like cheese? A bit of Manchego cheese?

The German looking guy will be surprised by you, but he won’t say a thing.

And we’ll only say: good night, red wine and Manchego cheese, please.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Here you are. Anything else? - No.

- Won’t you take off your glasses? - No! I need much more wine for that!

Me too! I feel like a teenager on its first romance

I’m irritated by your purity, your shyness. Excited by the idea of your celibacy

Until now, my women have had their place where we could go freely

- Your women? - Yes, 2. Rumor says I’ve more flirts…

- But I’m not a flirt. - No… I don’t think so…

…I don’t know. I wouldn’t be here with you… If you weren’t something more…

…definitive.

Glasses, and cheese in cubes.

- Is my Juan here? - He left pretty drunk!

- Where can he be? - They’ve seen him out there.

Everybody looks for someone. Why? We’d better walk alone…

We can’t live without love. Yes. But who?

The difficulty is finding out who we love.

When a man and a woman fall in love, They think they’ll have love forever.

And there they go, with their complaining and mistakes…

…But getting ready for a new mistake, more and more disappointed,

With less illusions… Vanishing in the hope…

… of finally finding it. This: Definitive love.

Hey! Traveller! We said no fragility! Warn me when I say something sad…

…so I don’t need to comfort you.

So your attempt to reach the last sky goes with no tears,

…tearful drunks are worthless.

- The last one, please! - Let’s go home…

- But my friends are here… - Don’t let them see you like that…

- A last drink. With my friends. - I’ll give you one home…

So, what road have you taken to get here and walk with me?

Love for someone that suddenly stops existing.

The love or the Someone?

- He left or you did? - He left.

What are you going to do?

- It’s hard to go back and start over. - Hard… It’s over. Unhappy?

No! Lost, still surprised. I’ll need time to understand it.

Advise is only useful to the one giving it, But you shouldn’t be hard on yourself.

You would destroy the good memories by trying too hard to understand.

Were you happy? Completely? In times when the I love you sounded true?

- Yes. - Then it was true!

And that truth of the love remains in us, In some place inside of us.

It remains in our whole. It feels good. It makes us grow, it makes us better.

You’ll walk less sleepy, Traveller.

Was it your first experience?

I envy you and your first brand new experience…

…mine is so far away I can only remember the repetitions…

If when everything closes we’re still walking…

…and I offer you to get into one of this places… Don’t let me convince you.

- I’ve never been to such a place. - I’d like to say neither have I…

…but it’s a good way to be somewhere when you have no place to go…

…and everything is closed.

Good night. Are you going to stay the night?

- No. - Come in, please.

- Is there a problem if we stay? - To sleep not before midnight…

- No. We’re not staying. - Documentation, please…

- Yes, of course. Your passport. - Thanks.

He told me once he spends afternoons watching people get in and out…

- …of this kind of places. - Would it matter if he saw us?

Not really. Too bad for him. Or for whoever.

- It would be a good gossip. - Yes.

Please.

It’s 200 pesetas. Thank you.

Do you know the surprise you feel when you finally get to that unknown place…

- …where you always wanted to be? - Yes. This town. Barcelona.

I’ve been here before. But when I arrived, alone…

I’ve wished it more than anything.

Feeling guilty, Everything impressed me, deeply.

The town was huge, I felt so small, lost.

Almost afraid.

The streets seemed gigantic, endless.

I felt stunned: the crowd, unknown people, people I would never know…

…because no one would want to understand me.

I felt like each and everyone of them Was going to discover me…

…and accuse me from my escape. But no more regrets. No more suspicions.

No more fear. New. Facing the consequences I had been meditating for months.

I was surprised to get to the house I wanted to go to for days.

Weeks of anxiety and insomnia.

- I feel as I’ve been waiting forever! - You don’t seem glad!

No?

Hey! Traveller! You know? It was beautiful. Fast but beautiful:

You suddenly went quiet, still. And your eyes started shining.

They shine so beautifully! So quick to sadness and tears.

- What do your tears taste like? - Don’t leave me…

…don’t let me think. Don’t leave me alone with my memories.

Go away tear! What do you wanna drink?

- Red wine. - Two.

One, two, three.

- Wine trough the nose of my drunk. - Thanks. Like him!

- Are you sleepy? - No. I’m dreaming.

Do you know the whistle language? They always scare me! What do they mean?

They’re scared. I used to whistle when I was a boy, alone in the fields…

- What were you doing in the fields? - Whistle because I was scared.

- I can’t do it. - That’s why you don’t know the whistle language.

I would need a big mirror and a lot of light to see myself…

…to be completely sure that I’m not that woman.

Don’t worry: you can turn into her at any moment.

- But it wouldn’t be my fault. - We’ll think about it when it happens.

- I can feel your beat. - Yours so fast. Like in a rush

When you hear a buzzing, only yours, Press hard your jaw, hard until it hurts…

Then open your mouth and exhale, the whole air you were keeping,

Hello.

- Are you tired? - I could lay down on the street…

…on the ground of any street. On the streets leading to every bar…

Lazy…

When I can’t sleep, I’ll look for you so you can sing me a lullaby.

We’re cold as ice. That’s good. How long can we stand each other this way?

I haven’t thought of it. Do you want me to do a forecast?

Icebergs float quietly, gently and stupidly… When they crash,…

…imagine the cataclysm.

- Leave me alone! - Drop it.

I should hit them.

Come over. There’s a fight.

- I hate violence. - I can tell you’re not a hero.

Calm down. Come on. Calm down. Everybody to the station!

- Take them to the station. - The suitcase. We’ve left it there.

- You come too. For your deposition. - I can’t. I’m alone at the bar!

How long since we were here, sitting? Could you give me an estimate?

No gravity. It was only a moment ago that we were here.

But suddenly something happens that takes us far away from what was happening…

- …just a little while ago. - I thought we were two icebergs…

…quietly and gently floating, and we crashed. Something like that.

She too? What happened?

Hey, Traveller! Traveller?

She must carry some medicine. Something for when this happens?

Traveller? Where did you go all by yourself?

We’re still together. It’s still our night. Traveller?

It’s nothing. You should know! She’ll be ok in a sec. This youth!

How are you feeling? We’ve been drinking a lot and you’re not used to it. Sorry.

It’s not that. I already feel better. Not the first time in a few days…

- What do you have? - I’m not an iceberg…

…not with all the men. With him I wasn’t.

I need to see him and talk to him. It’s ridiculous to talk about disdain and hate.

Ridiculous but that’s what I think. Just for now.

I’m sorry annoy you but I need to see him. Tonight.

Do you know where? Let’s go. I’ll go with you…

If you want. Wherever you want.

No! That’s silly. I’ll see him another time.

The night is ours. It has to remain ours. Tell me we can still reach that sky…

…you promised me? Tell me!

And one day I’ll sing you a lullaby. When you can’t sleep.

Can I kiss you?

It’s going to be a simple kiss. No depth. No desires…

…An aesthetics kiss. You can close your eyes and go far away.

Wherever you want. To any memory you want.

It may be wrong of me to tell you that, I should say it’s you I want to kiss…

…but I don’t. I need to.

Do you like it? It’s yours! Not many people know it.

I discovered it. And made it the set of a boy-girl scene where they finally scream at each other…

…what they hadn’t been able to say throughout their long night walk.

I’ve always wanted to bring a girl worthy of living that scene with me.

Don’t count them. Don’t go back to the time those evil artifacts dictate.

We don’t want to be warned that night can end…

…before we find out if we can understand each other.

Please, Traveller. Cover your ears. Don’t let them spoil our night.

It could hurt us if we pay attention. They’re brutal.

We’ve made it!

I wish I knew where you went. But don’t tell me.

I went to talk to the good witches and they told me to drag you into my craziness…

…and the night will be as long as needed for your sorrow to disappear forever.

- Red wine. - Two.

- We don’t serve wine. - No? We’ve made a mistake.

- Nice girl! - She’s hot!

- Sorry for you guys! She’s with me. - Shut up. Let’s go

- All yours, right? - You’ll never know.

- Leave him be! - Calm down.

I want to see you. They say you’re hot. It’s vulgar, but they may be right.

Go on: walk! I never see my women because I always know them by my side.

No shame! On the contrary. And you feel it, follow the ostriches example:…

…they hide their heads when they’re scared.

Hey, Traveller! I hardly see you. Don’t get lost. Come back.

Greed is a sin. If I were catholic, I would have been sinning your whole walk.

Greedy for you. You being with me, walking around with me, the streets for us…

I would have been alone, and I wouldn’t have known what to do.

Excuse me. Have you seen a broken lamp walking by? Ok. Thanks.

- Who’s she? - Trust her. She doesn’t know anyone.

In this world, you can’t say a word without it going away misunderstood.

- Can we talk? - We can. A drink? She’s buying.

Sorry. I should have written my novel for the short novel award.

I told everyone so I would feel obligated. And nothing! The deadline was 15 days ago.

Me too.

- Like yesterday... - Here again...

- I’m leaving. I can’t stand them. - You’re right!

- Put your glasses on. - No! Wait.

- Something wrong? - Leave me alone!

- Do you have a cigarette? - No. But we can buy some.

- Not me! - They must have. Ask them. I’ll pay.

Cigarettes, please!

- Do you want one? - Yes?

We know what we’ll do tomorrow.

Who are you with? Who are you?

I once read a sign in France: If you kiss your girl while driving…

…you won’t give your full attention to the kiss.

- Ok? - Ok. - I didn’t want be tempted!

- And tomorrow…? - Or today…

- Same cards, same fate… - Always boring…

Where are you going? Sit down.

Drink all you want. Until you blow up. She’s paying! More wine now!

- Always your stupid screaming. - Calm down… Violence’s no good…

One day, I’ll teach you how to look at the stars. We’ll come here to see them well.

Not any night. Only when you’re scared to never see them again, of dying.

- I don’t ever want to die. - Me neither.

- Then how do you know? - A few times I thought I was going to die, alone…

…and I was less scared because I learned how to look at the stars.

Please. Stop it. Get out. Everybody out. Enough!

- Are you paying? - Yes.

- He always gets in trouble. - …Sadness, never understood…

Who’s idea was it to call us the sterile generation?

- Where are we going? - To play poker somewhere?

Why don’t you take me somewhere?

- Where have you been? - Is there still someplace we can go?

- Yes. They’re trying to pick a place… - Not with them. Just the two of us…

- …like when the night was just ours. - Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing…

…I wrecked it. Right Traveler? Forgive me. We lost it.

How was it? Our black winged horse, reaching the last promised sky…

Let’s go with them. Whatever…! _ So? Where are we going?

- I need to know where… - Wherever… Not much choice anyway…

- I have an idea… - I need a drink…

We are not going to stay out here?

Where are you going Traveler? Where do you want to go?

- Did you hurt yourself? Need help? - I want you to stay… I wish…

I don’t have anyplace to go. But I didn’t want to stay with them…

You can help me find out what to do.

I never knew what responsibility means. I’m no good for that.

I don’t even know what to do with myself.

We can talk. Talk it out. You can help me to think…

To think…! Why don’t you go home on the first train?

- You asked me to stay a moment ago… - Stay. We’ll find out what to do.

- With you? - With me… I’m useless with responsibilities.

I can’t go back home. Remember I got dizzy?

They’ll understand. Parents are more comprehensive nowadays.

No! My father: mister Notary! And my aunt: Sister of the Notary…!

…an institution of will and purity at sixty!

My grand_mother. My mother’s mother. I hardly remember my mother…

…only by the picture of her in our living room.

No. They can’t understand. They wouldn’t.

What will people say?! A young lady like you on the streets…

…wearing a dress like that… …you can’t be seen with those people…

You owe some respect to what you are! And when the moment comes…

…we’ll choose the man for you to marry. Yes dad, yes auntie, yes grandma.

Yes dad, yes auntie, yes grandma. Yes, yes, yes!!!

I feel like applauding you.

- I feel like crying. - I’m not interested in how we solve our lives…

…but you came to see him, to be with him…

With lies. Making up reasons… A sick aunt in Tarragona asked for help…

My aunt was never sick, but they don’t talk because of a heritage disagreement…

…so they will never know at home. It took me months to find a good lie.

- You must be tired. - Let’s go somewhere. Drink some more…

…anything to distract me and forget.

Red wine time is over. Now its gin time.

Memories are gone. Does someone know? Red wine doesn’t let me see anything.

The wine… I can’t even see where I am. Promises are all I remember.

Old promises that gave me joy when I was young. There’s no winged horse.

It’s not true. Nothing to take me away. I don’t even know where I want to go.

Do you know? Your red wine takes you to unreachable skies.

Teach me how to reach them if it’s true. Erase all that’s happened to me.

What the red wine made me forget; but that I still remember cause I feel it in me.

It’s in me. And I don’t want to forget.

I can’t.

No. I don’t wish that.

But help me to know. I don’t know what to do.

I like that. This is a horrible place. The closest to hell we’ll find.

- Can we dance someplace else? - I don’t like cabarets at this time…

…And you have to wear a tie. And it wouldn’t be good for you neither. Right?

I don’t feel anything. I feel fine now.

- I was him. - Let’s go. Calm down!

- Did you call for the car? - Yes.

It’s her fault. She’s like a man.

It’s a ritual. We can’t miss a step of the ceremony.

You mustn’t come if you don’t respect the religion.

And a sherry, like required.

I don’t get it.

Me neither… hardly anyone does…

…Only them and a few people get the mistery. People talk and say they know…

…but nobody knows anything. Just them. They just feel it.

Sometimes they don’t even know or feel it.

Will we still find them on the boat? I’ve never been on a boat. People get sick.

This one is moored. Hardly moves… It’s where lost people like us end up.

- A great family! Where is it? - At the seaport. That way.

Let’s go. I’ve never seen the port at night.

- But don’t get sick! - Could we go sailing? Like pirates…

Look at the horizon. There! Do you see that?

- Little lights. Those are big boats. - Far, far away…

If you want we can go to my place. An ugly little room where you can only sleep…

- …but only by yourself. - A policeman is watching us.

- Not us. This is the post office. - Oh! The post office.

That’s it.

- Mister Dad, go to h… - No, not go to hell.

And madam auntie and madam grandma as well. I’m staying with a friend, that's you,

…to find a black horse that will take us to the red wine sky.

Love to Rosita. Let’s go. Rosita is the housekeeper.

- Please. This word can’t be sent. - No hell?

- What can we write? - Write gel.

Yes. G_e_l. Urgent.

- No need. They’ll get it first thing in the morning. - Urgent!

Well, that’s it. I’m staying with you. But I have to go see him.

- See who? - Him. Tell him a few things.

- Let’s go see him. - I have to tell him. He has to know.

- What should I tell him? - Not you! Me. Without fighting. Calm.

- I hate fighting. - Me too.

- Then you and I will never fight. - Never.

- And we won’t have kids. - No. Ok, let’s go…

We’ll better go down together… at the same time…

- Like that… One, two… - Wait, careful!

Long stairs! Faster… One, two, three, four…

We’re there. Now let’s find a taxi.

- And now what? Is it here? - Yes. Wait for me…

…I’ll just tell him what he deserves and I’ll be back.

- I won’t tell him what you know… - No. I’ll wait here with the suitcase.

What a way to ring! Stop that noise. Who are you looking for so late?

Is that you?

- I’m sorry miss. - I don’t have my key. I left it…

The administrator wanted to know if you were keeping the apartment under your name.

- Me? - You don’t know? He had an accident

- You like it? - A lot! But you drive like a crazy…

- …You’ll kill yourself. - I wouldn’t mind if I’m with you.

He died a couple of days ago.

You’ll kill yourself with this car…

- You’ll kill yourself with this car… - Never!

If you want, I can open the door.

You’ll tell me what to do… Will you come pick everything up,

…or do you want me to send it somewhere?

You didn’t know. I’m sorry. He drove into a car on the road to Vic.

They say he was driving like a crazy.

- Stay there. Someone might see us. - One of these days I’ll come for you,

…and take you with me forever. No matter what your father says.

I’ll have all the successes I need to become important…

I’ll have all the successes I need to become important… …and then come back to marry you.

…and then come back to marry you.

How can you die now?

Wait there, ok?

I’m leaving.