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Here the sea

where the smell of cities comes to crash

The sea with its lap

full of boats, fish and other merry things

With its own waves, with its own senses

trying to break their chains, wanting to imitate eternity

wanting to be a lung

haze of birds in pain

or the garden of the stars that think of the sky

over the darkness that still you and I drag.

Do you miss the city?

No.

I like it here.

And you?

Me too, I also like it here.

Are you feeling nervous about tomorrow?

I don't know, I'm anxious more than anything.

Has someone signed up?

Yes! Surely yes.

I don't know, maybe it's not what you are searching for.

Well, we'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

It's been a long time since I last took classes.

You're going to do well, Dieguito.

THE SEA

CHAPTER I: FISH

- Hello, good day. - Good morning Lorena.

- Mrs. Silvia - Tell me, darling

I wanted to ask you for a favor

if it is possible to retire a little earlier today.

Do you have problem, darling?

Nothing serious, but it is important.

Can you have 30 cupcakes ready at 3 in the afternoon?

Yes, no problem.

So you can leave at 4.

Thanks a lot.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm Diego, the workshop teacher.

The teacher... How are you? Vicente.

I was a little behind, I had a setback.

Please don't tell anyone to come at this time.

No.

Let me show you the room.

Come on, let's go.

Let's see, to explain what it is about

this is basically

to give life and meaning to all those places

and to those elements that we have neglected.

Translate this in your own words

and you all will see what will remain impressed with your stories

Ok, remember to bring your homework

and see you next session.

Bye.

Well

finally came more than one student.

Yes, they were very interested, I was impressed.

Are you not from here, right?

No.

No, no, no.

I arrived about 3 months ago.

I haven't seen you.

I imagine not many people come to live here

I decided to come here when I stopped my college studies.

And what are you doing here?

Well, I work here in the library

I'm close to the books

it's a comfortable job,

I also have time to do other things

practicing guitar, I can paint, for example...

Musician too.

Amateur.

Do you sing?

Like a hobby too.

Perfect, I'd like to hear you then.

What, now?

How am I going to believe you if you don't show what you know?

Do you want me to improvize something now acapella?

No, you are crazy.

I don't know... I think now is the time.

No, let me practice something with the guitar at least.

Fuck off...

Excuse me.

Come on, go ahead.

I had a problem with the chain then...

I was trying to change speeds.

That's very clear.

Things can be fixed.

When the sea is still...

the fish die, because they don't have enough to eat.

But when the tide is out, they get scared.

And there is the natural selection

that you need to live.

Hello.

Look, I'm just here for a little while, I need some juice.

And if you had a little piece of chocolate cake that would be wonderful.

Let me see if there are cakes left.

No. There is not.

Because the roads are cut off, the truck couldn't deliver the flour

and without the flour it's all a mess.

So a juice, please.

Here's the juice and a complimentary muffin for the road.

Thank you.

Hey, you are the origami boy.

That's me.

Hey, I love them, they are so cute.

Brings this place to life.

Here, I give it to you.

- Really? - Yes.

Thanks.

And you... how did you learn to make origami?

Or did you always like crafts?

I really like origami, painting...

Listen, the thing is that I'm a filmmaker.

and I'm doing a project

And I always lock myself up a lot in my ideas and I lose myself.

It would be very useful for me to speak so that I can-

Sort you out.

If you have time.

Of course.

Oh really, thank you very much

that would be of great help to me.

How do we do it? I give you my number?

Give me your number, I'll call you and we'll coordinate a day.

By the way, my name is Vicente.

Lorena.

- Now? - No, not yet.

Now, open them.

What's that?

Do you remember that I told you that the plant I wanted to find

is in this area?

- Yes. - Right.

It occurred to me to do

a tracing

of its leaf color during one cycle.

Because the color will vary by the temperature, by the mist,

by rain, or by all external factors

that change every day,

like us who are constantly changing.

Well if I can find the right color

and with the right light.

I can make a linear documentary

marked by color.

Good, it sounds good.

Well, you have to see how it goes.

Why don't you help me with the narrative tomorrow?

We could go to the forest.

Yes of course.

- Sure? - Yes.

Perfect, what I want to do

is that each season has one different story

like the story of the toad and the rose.

Which one is that?

There is the flower and there is the toad

and the flower gets mad at him because...

because it makes her look ugly

and in the end he realizes that he is there to eat the bugs that make it wither.

And this?

What about that one?

It isn't an illustration.

Today I had a very strange conversation with her.

Strange how?

I don't know... weird.

Like she was very disconnected from the world

or connected, maybe.

If you had been there you would have understood

because it had a very special vibe.

- Lore? - What?

Are you in love with me?

Yes...

Yes, why do you ask?

You don't know?

Diego, I love you.

And is that love?

What's wrong?

Nothing...

Nothing, I needed to hear it.

I love you Lore.

The thing is that you can't leave us without flour for so many days.

No sir, the thing is that

you are forcing me to let down my neighbors.

How am I going to leave them without bread?

So suddenly.

Okay...

Yes I understand...

see you later.

We have limited flour

I don't know until when, or why this is happening.

so you're going to have to make due with the one there is, no more.

Ok

well, we'll fix it ourselves.

Excuse me.

After the storm comes peace!

- My sun, my child... - How are you?

Not as good as you.

Do you want the same as always?

I'm in a bit of a hurry, but I still want a mineral water.

Ice water for my child.

Abelito, step aside.

Here is the water, ice cold.

Just like you like it.

How delicious, because it is very hot.

Why is it that we have such a happy Vicente?

Why do you ask?

Because I know you.

Mrs. Silvia, she needs you right now.

Serve him a cookie, so that my child doesn't drink the water alone.

- Precious as always. - How cute you are.

Mrs. Silvia, I was thinking that...

And your thing that... about photography?

It's not going as well as I would like.

My project is about...

finding a plant to follow and making an analogy

There is little flour...

So therefore we have few clients.

But I hope this thing doesn't last long.

And everything is solved out there.

But later, I want you very focused on work.

Yes, don't worry.

- Diego... - Hello

Would you like to have a coffee?

Now?

Look, I don't know, maybe I'm exaggerating but

I don't know... two groups formed

and they debated because

some said that to do great things, you had to suffer

- Right... - And the others said it was not necessary.

And what does the teacher think?

The teacher thinks that first you have to define what are "the great things".

Because both points of view are valid.

But neither is the question so

I don't know... I think you have to live, period.

Well but, not everyone can live, period.

But who can't live like this?

Those who are hospitalized?

It's true and they would give their lives to be healthy.

No, how ridiculous.

I'm talking about the people who don't have a chance to do it.

Right, but those without a chance with more reason

they have more arguments to write wonderful things.

And what about marginalized people?

The weird guy is never missing...

What do you mean?

I dont know...

The typical one who doesn't belong to the group, you understand me.

In fact, the weirdest student I have in class is the one who argued the most.

What did he say?

He spoke of many famous homosexual authors

they never talked about their private life out of fear

but that nevertheless was still embodied in their work.

Well somehow they had to let out the frustration.

And horniness too...

Are you going to get weird too?

CHAPTER II: LOST

No navigator has found the rose of the seas.

The rose that brings the memory of your grandparents

deep within herself.

Tired of dreaming

tired of living in every petal.

Wind, you're thinking of the rose of the sea

I wait for you standing at the end of this line.

I know where he hides from

the flower that is born from the sex of mermaids at the moment of pleasure

when under the sea it begins to sunset

and you can hear the waves crashing under the feet of the horizon.

I know, I know where it is hiding.

With eyes full of memories

with a chest full of silence

sadder than the sea after a shipwreck.

Hello, Vicente?

Yes, hello. It's Lorena, from the bakery.

This is giving life and making sense of all those places

and of those elements that we have neglected...

Hello...

- Can I sit? - Yes of course.

Hey, I wanted to make you an invitation.

How did you get here?

I don't know why I asked you, I know how you got there.

Our train is leaving soon!

we request the passenger with the sad look to get on board please

we repeat, the train heading to Lilliput is leaving soon.

Why did you come here?

Why did you leave me alone then?

Why?

When was the last time you traveled by train?

Long ago...

- Can you roll cigarettes? - I don't smoke.

- What? - Don't be ridiculous.

Take this.

I don't know what to do with you.

I didn't call you.

Want it?

No, I don't smoke, thanks.

My love, look...

Diego.

Stop.

Diego, stop!

Wait!

Stop it!

Hi Vincent.

Hello

How is class going?

Well, the boys are working there.

I wanted to tell you about what happened yesterday.

We don't need to talk if you don't want to talk.

I don't know, I would like us to talk.

Do you think in the afternoon?

Let's go to the trains.

No, this time I choose.

What are you looking at?

Wait.

I hate waiting.

Take it.

It's for you.

What do you hear?

That down there they're having a party.

And you?

I hear a voice

saying

Vicente...

Vicente.

Who is that?

I don't know.

But I also hear a siren...

What is she saying?

That you have to come back very soon to see her.

and I'm also hearing another voice that tells me

it's too early to get uptight.

Do you feel like talking about sad things?

No...

it is enough for me to live.

So are you sad?

No.

You liked the place?

It's beautiful.

Here all you have to do is relax,

look at the sea.

Hey...

in the end... did you learn to roll?

No... not at all.

Does Lorena know that you are here?

No.

What did you say to her?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Right but, let's not talk about it now.

Also, what's the matter?

What's wrong with it?

Don't be stupid...

Kind of a short fuse?

Diego I'm not trying to fight you, but,

I'm talking about us.

The "about us" scares me...

You're going to catch a cold like this.

Don't look.

Diego? Don't go like this...

- Hello. - Hello.

Look I found it.

- Seriously? - Well... I'm not so sure.

Do you need to find the narrative?

Yes, what if...

What we were talking about was nature

is a great whole, and in the end

we need an

external factor to

survive.

And in the end I still isolated this plant...

I brought it here and...

it hasn't withered, it's stil fine, its leaves are

still

just as I found it.

Also... there's this other specimen

which is also isolated and trapped in this house

and who talks and talks like crazy

clucking like a hen.

Calm down.

- What's wrong? - You don't care anymore.

You don't care anymore!

Where are you?

I am here with you...

You left...

No...

I don't like you anymore...

Lorena...

I want you closer, above your waves

over your currents and your winds.

It seems that the water is getting more and more confused

they invited me to the calm sea

but I didn't want to go

and now in storm

I need you

and him.

Hey...

come with me this afternoon.

No.

- Vicente... - Let go of me.

Vicente... come with me this afternoon.

Do you want to upset me again?

- Don't be like that... - Let go of me.

Diego, let go of me.

Let go of me!

Take it easy...

Are you trying to upset me?

Lower your voice, OK?

I'll wait for you here...

I'm not going to put up with anything else.

I'm a little uncomfortable here.

It's very weird.

No, please relax.

Shit, Lorena is coming.

- What? - Lorena is coming.

- How are you? - Well, and you?

Why...

I came to continue talking about the project...

But... how did you get there?

We have been working together for four days.

Haven't you told her anything?

We are working, I get to replace to the lady who was in the library.

- Seriously? - Yes.

And I didn't have a way to call you, I don't have your number, then,

I told Diego that we are working on this project

and he told me there was fine to come over.

Or does it bother you?

it doesn't! It's all right,

good... I needed this,

but well...

You went out before...

Yes, the flour has not arrived yet

then nothing can be done, we look at each other's faces all day,

so Mrs. Silvia let me leave early.

Hey, I hope it's not too invasive...

No, no.

- That I looked for you like this... - No, I love it.

Look, I've got some photos...

Show me.

The idea is first to see it like this...

Well, I still have to work so that it's not so generic.

And that?

They are cupcakes that we went to buy with Diego.

Delicious...

I thought we could keep talking about this over tea.

I didn't offer you anything.

- Do you want some tea? - A little coffee.

- A coffee... - Yes.

- And you want something? - Yes...

Yeah.

I'll bring it right now.

You're going to behave, do you hear me?

I don't want a scene here.

You brought me here.

Diego can you give me the jam please...

Do you know what would be good?

If we went to the forest one day.

Doesn't it bother you?

Why is it going to bother me?

Diego is not jealous...

and he thinks my project is boring.

Don't be like that Lorena...

Well then come too.

But you are not considering that maybe Vicente has things to do.

No, I have the weekend off.

Why the rush?

It may be a weekend later maybe...

I can buy everything necessary tomorrow.

And we also have a tent...

So we'll go and disconnect for a bit.

I say yes.

I also say yes.

Let's go...

Let's go...

Great.

CHAPTER III IN THE SEA

- Take this... - Thanks.

How nice...

It's beautiful.

Lore, have you ever thought...

That puddles are like windows?

Like windows?

Yes, windows,

windows that reflect the sky,

windows that if you concentrate you can see

the other side of the world.

This is tobacco.

Look there.

What do you see in the puddle?

There I see a guy.

A guy?

Yes, he is...

looking through the window,

seeing the Eiffel Tower,

But he's a bit annoyed

because he wants to go to lunch

at the Champ du Mars

but his dad won't let him.

Why?

Because the grass is wet.

You're going to think it's silly but...

but sometimes I think of the people who,

are gone,

but that still exist elsewhere.

Do you think they feel observed?

Does it bother them?

I don't know...

Maybe...

our energy bounces off the puddle and it reaches them.

Maybe...

Do you have someone?

Who would you like our energy to reach?

Look.

- What? - The guy!

- What guy? - The boy in the window!

He's running away from home.

- How is he dressed? - He's got light blue pants!

A blue jacket and a green scarf.

- And why is he in such a hurry? - Because he's going to meet someone!

He is going to meet someone secret.

Look! There she is.

There she is!

They are like a block away!

And they are both very nervous,

and suddenly they face each other

and he says: salut mon amour.

Salut, ça va.

Hey!

It's getting late, let's go get firewood.

Let's go.

Again...

I told you it was good.

It can't be...

I'm going to bed,

defeated.

Goodnight.

Goodnight...

I'm going to bed too.

Goodnight.

Vicente!

- Hello. - How are you?

- Well, and you? - Good.

Diego, Vicente, Vicente, Diego.

Hello.

We came from the forest.

I've been moving around a lot, so I'll call you when I'm tidier.

Sounds great.

I'm in a bit of a rush so I'm gonna bounce.

Yeah, good to see you.

See ya.

He was the one who I met at the bakery.

The one who...

Ah, yeah.

So, you're an artist...

Please don't...

I hate when people say that.

Well then...

What should I say?

Vicente?

I like that much more.

What are we going to do today?

I don't know...

we are already here,

we have to let everything flow.

Good morning mister.

Good morning!

Hello...

Aren't you making breakfast?

We almost did.

Hey, look,

How nice, right?

Vicente did it.

Why hadn't you shown him?

He was saving me for last...

Don't you see that the best is always saved for last.

What's going on?

Oh Diego, we're joking around.

Did you take any notes?

No.

No, but I've been thinking about it all the time.

I still think I have a new concept.

What? Humidity?

How would it be humidity?

Sex.

Similar...

Love?

Well, love as a concept is not new...

because we all know that everything is love.

But...

I would like it to be about

the fantasy of love.

In what way?

Like an imaginary love

or as...

Idealized.

Of course!

The idealization of love.

Because...

in the end the love is...

is what mobilizes the entire system in which we are immersed

because, for the love...

one later gets married...

then falls in love...

and then he has children

and then...

- I don't agree. - Why not?

Because I think... Yes, that does happen but...

but I don't think it needs to be like that,

the concept of love.

Yes, but love moves the world that's true.

But love is a screen.

But a real screen.

Am I the only one who thinks that...

That love is a screen for sex?

For you love and sex are totally separate?

I did not say that...

it could be...

Always?

Not always, but it can be.

Pay attention, I have an example.

There are two people

Right?

And one of those people,

feels things very strongly for the other,

but the other person is only horny

and makes that person feel that...

that he has real feelings,

but he just wants to have sex.

Right but...

but if that person...

not only does it because he's horny,

but also has real feelings.

Then they would be in love.

No...

Not that it has a label.

Shouldn't love be free?

People are free.

But what are we talking about?

We are talking about idealized love? Or not?

Yes...

Then we would be trapped by love.

Yes, we are subject to a force majeure.

Love is a greater force, yes.

I like that concept.

That could be...

Love as the limit of freedom.

I love it.

We talk about energies,

we talk about the puddles,

That energy that everyone knows and nobody knows how to define.

Wish, love, loneliness.

Well, did they come up with something?

Why do you think you always have to come up with something?

I don't understand that.

Because that's what conversations are for.

No, conversations only delay things.

Delay what?

The feelings,

the emotions.

And what do you think is delaying this conversation?

Can't you see it?

No.

See what?

Can't you see it?

The sea suddenly breaks.

What do you hide, sea, on the other side?

The beginning of life as long as a snake

or the beginning of death deeper than yourself?

Lorena?

Calm down... we don't know if...

Lorena!

Lorena!

Diego!

Shut up! Shut up!

Lorena!

She went...

Shut the fuck up! Shut up motherfucker!

Shut up...

She left, man.

How is Lore?

I don't know...

Diego, this is wrong

I don't want to continue to be involved in this.

Don't feel guilty.

I'm going to get my things from your house.

But really, I don't want to

nor can I keep doing this.

No, I thought I could play with the petals

but it seems that they are very scarce.

Well if they are very scarce

why don't you find a flower that looks like that?

No...

I would be fooling myself.

Hey Lorena...

What do you need me for?

I don't know...

Something will come out of all this.

Well if you don't help me I won't know what to say.

Yes, you're talking to Lorena, from the bakery shop.

This is the sea,

the sea with its own waves,

with its own senses.

The sea trying to break its chains.

Wanting to imitate eternity.

Wanting to be the lung or mist of birds in pain.

Or the garden of the stars that weigh in the sky.

This is the sea that wakes up like the cry of a child.

The sea opening its eyes and looking for the sun.

The sea pushing the waves.

Its waves that shuffle the destinies.

Get up and say hello to the love of men.