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I dreamed every day

To be able to reach the beach

And now it's so close

I can almost see it

And I hope every time The end is closer

I can already feel dry land Behind the wet land

And I don't want to think That nothing lasts forever

If this song ends The world should end for everyone

We're all nothing Without the words

Tell me what left for us

Some rhymes return To my tired brain

Parts of scripts

That I believed forgotten

Melodies that once

I thought I would lose

Now become beautiful And brave symphonies

And it's been long since I have left

I'm always leaving

But I'm always with you

Even though sometimes you think There's nothing

When I stare As if I was gone

That's because I'm traveling

Don't think I will get lost

Suso?

I know the world will keep on

Spinning when there's nothing left

And we pay For history

As simple, lonely men

Kings who lost it all

Everything they loved For loving in too much

And I try every day

To be all I had imagined

And I find out that life

Always has something in store

That surpasses Any of my fantasies

Nothing compared

To what really happened

What happened

I dreamed every day

FRIENDS TILL DEATH

I dreamed every day

To be able to reach the beach

What are you doing here?

I went to the beach.

I was at home, picking up my stuff.

- Not at home! - What?

It's my home now, not yours.

I didn't say it was mine.

You said you were at home.

Right? "I was at home."

As in,

"I was at our home." Right?

It's a secret code between us.

At home. "I was at home."

At home.

Just wink an eye, like an accomplice.

"I was there, at home." At home.

I was at home.

Suso,

do you like the house, then?

I don't mind the house. It's you I like.

So we rent it or not?

I'll stay with you forever.

Put can put anything you want around.

Should I say I was at your house?

Don't say anything.

I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye,

and I thought you were at the bar...

- Not the bar. - What?

My bar. Not the bar.

As if it was our bar.

Suso, please!

I know it's your bar.

It's a manner of speaking.

That's the point. You can't speak like that anymore.

Because, if you say the bar, it is understood that you and I

know what bar we're talking about,

because there's a complicity between us.

The one couples have.

The problem is you and I are not a couple anymore.

Because a man came who, while he made love to you,

he also screwed our complicity.

- I can't say anything to... - Right.

- Tell me who is it. - Suso, it doesn't matter.

- What matters is-- - Is he a doctor?

Huh?

He's a doctor. That works in your hospital.

You messed around with a doctor from your hospital.

Just tell me. It's okay.

I ask out of curiosity.

I don't care.

But you can tell me and I'll be cool.

But I also have a little curiosity, to know.

At least.

I think it's okay.

I don't mind. I'm fine.

I'm calm and fine.

And I'm also calm.

You know? I'm fine.

I'm really fine.

I'm taking it very well.

What can I do to make you feel better?

There's something.

Let me keep Nico.

What?

How can you ask me that?

We can ask him if you want,

and he'll tell us who he wants to stay with.

Nico can't talk.

He can use signs. He's smart.

Yes, he is. But he's a cat.

Well, that's it.

We put him in the middle and we both call him.

Like, "kitty, kitty,"

and if he crawls to you, you keep him.

But if he crawls to me,

you'll never see him in his damned seven lives.

Why do you say crawling like he was a baby?

Isn't he a cat? He'll crawl, right?

So now, babies crawl, but cats don't.

It turns out cats go "step, step" now.

Okay, don't mind.

You keep Nico. Nico is yours.

But then, I'll ask to keep all of our friends.

What are you talking about?

You'll keep those who are closer to you,

and I'll keep the ones who are closer to me.

And what will you do?

Split the gang because of us?

Don't be selfish, Maria. Please.

One of us should keep them.

I called dibs on them, I keep them.

Very well.

So, for the sake of the group, you'll keep hanging out with them

and I'll stop seeing Veronica or Cristina.

You can keep seeing

that annoying Cristina whenever you want.

Cristina has never really been part of the gang.

Yes, she came with you,

but if she stops coming tomorrow

or she dies, the rest won't even notice.

I won't allow you to say that.

Cristina is my friend.

Your friend?

Then you keep her.

And we'll see if Veronica is really your friend.

Because, now that I'm single, she may want some.

Stop or this will end badly.

What will we do about Nacho?

Nacho is my best friend. I'll keep him.

Or will you keep my best friend too?

What about the rest?

How will we divide the gang?

Who will keep Jose?

Who will keep Felix?

Who will keep David?

Who will keep Xoel?

Should we ask them?

See who they're better friends with?

If they're such good friends of yours,

why didn't they tell you anything?

What did you say?

I mean...

Did some of my friends know that you--?

Nacho couldn't have known. Nacho would have told--

Tell me at least Nacho didn't know.

I don't know. I guess they all knew.

What do you mean all knew?

Did you tell all my friends you were screwing another guy

before telling me?

- It wasn't like that. - How was it, then?

Maria, how was it? Tell me the truth, please.

One day I was...

with him.

We weren't a secluded beach,

between some rocks, so no one could see us.

And we weren't doing anything.

But I asked him to rub some cream on me

and, at the worst moment,

they all passed in a rowing boat.

They had obviously seen us.

Go, go, go.

But they never said a thing to me.

They didn't tell me either.

None of them.

But all of them were in the rowing boat.

I mean, Nacho.

Nacho was in the boat too.

No.

Nacho was with me.

Hello. Good evening.

I am Ignacio Carballo, but my friends call me Nacho,

my parents call me Nachito,

my siblings call me Big Butt,

my Bilbao cousins call me Iñaki

and my ex-girlfriends...

they call me "the son of a bitch."

If it wasn't clear, this is Nacho.

Nacho has always been Suso's best friend.

They became friends since Nacho

came to study to Spain when he was 16.

And they stopped being friends on the day Nacho

slept with Suso's woman.

That means me.

That wasn't right.

Suso got really hurt.

I always liked extreme sports.

That's why I enrolled in the student music group.

What? Yes!

Being part of that group should be considered an extreme sport.

You put those clothes on,

those little breeches,

you take the bandurria,

you sing in the street

and you run the risk of getting a beating.

Yes. There's no excuse.

I fell for two students.

And what's worse. I knew they were students.

The day I met them, they sang me a bolero.

We only have this night left

To live our love

I enrolled in the music group with my best friend,

and that's the worst part, 'cause we both liked the same girl.

We both wanted her.

We were both dying to touch her,

to grab her like this and spank her.

What?

I'm talking about a tambourine.

We both fell in love

with the prettiest tambourine in college.

Of course,

two students can't play the same tambourine.

When we met

I always talked about love

Love is not what you think

Love is not what you think...

My friend Suso wants to meet you.

When we met

You were only looking For freedom

That's what we all look for

That's what we all look for

How is Anatomy class going?

Well.

We were just going over the subject.

I can't believe I didn't run off

they day I met you.

Maybe I thought one of you looked handsome.

But now I don't remember which one.

I think what made me fall in love with Maria,

was that mean face she made

whenever she laughed at us.

- Oh. - Look.

Nevertheless,

I remember I focused more on her butt.

Sure.

That's why I realized that I cared more about her.

Then?

Won't you give me a kiss?

Today is your chance.

Why today?

Because today I turn 20, you fools.

Sure!

We were joking. Happy birthday!

I was just telling Suso about it. Yes.

We even bought a gift for you.

Right, Suso?

Yes, yes. Happy birthday.

- So you have a gift for me? - A gift?

We have a surprise for you. Tonight.

A romantic dinner in the Cori di Napoli restaurant.

A romantic dinner for three?

No. It's for two.

It's only that you have to decide

who do you want to have dinner with,

because it's your birthday.

Well...

I want you two to go.

I guess I'll show up.

Otherwise, you can try some new things.

Hello.

Hello.

Good evening, lady.

I'm glad you decided to come.

Why wouldn't I?

- Where's Nacho? - I don't know.

He hasn't arrived.

It's not that I didn't arrive.

I didn't go because I cared more about you than Maria.

So I didn't go.

Yeah, you have rubbed that on my face like 6000 times, thank you.

You were despicable.

You didn't even worry about me.

Maria just arrived to Cori di Napoli,

she sat and you threw yourself at her.

No, no.

I'm waiting for desert.

I remember distinctly

because my mouth was full of tiramisu

when I told her:

I love you.

I don't know why I did it.

It just came out, without realizing it.

As you do in the best

and the worst occasions in life,

without realizing it.

Did you know that there are such bastards

who think of screwing their best friend's girl?

Some of you thought about it, right?

Well, it's gross.

How can someone think

of screwing his best friend's girl?

I mean, I did it.

But I did it without thinking.

Suso and I had been together for ten years.

Suso and Nacho had been friends for 26.

Nacho and I had been together for 17 days.

Then I came back home and apologized.

And him, as it usually happens in these cases,

forgave me.

Then Nacho came and apologized too.

And Suso,

as it usually happens in these cases, told him that...

he should try and kiss his butt,

because he never wanted to see him face to face.

3 YEARS WITHOUT HEARING FROM NACHO

Always you

Against all odds

If you don't forgive me I forgive you

I won't give the forgotten

What was yours and mine

Even though things happened

That I'm still scared

When I think of you

If I'm being sincere

Hello.

Maria.

What a surprise!

Well, I work here.

- You're the surprise. - Sure.

You work here. That's true.

I didn't think about it.

I came to get some tests results,

so it would have been easy to avoid each other.

I work in the lab.

Wow! Another surprise.

Okay. Yes.

How long has it been?

Two years?

Three.

I had to get away from you.

I've been living far away from here for three years,

but I'm closer to my people.

Did you return to Mexico?

Not exactly.

I'm at a campsite at Cabo Finisterre.

But some days, if you do this,

you can see as far as Cancun.

What? No.

Maria, don't cry.

The campsite is not that bad.

I cry because I can't stand that Suso and you

haven't spoken in three years because of me.

Yes. I can't stand not seeing you because of him.

It's not his fault.

Neither yours nor mine. I don't know.

Blame pheromones or one of those bugs.

You know more, you work in a lab.

Then? Are you giving me my results?

No, no. There was a problem.

- Really? - I mean, not a problem.

It's just that--

The hospital is at full capacity and it will be

two days.

At least two days until you can get them.

Well, luckily it's a food intolerance test,

otherwise, I would think I'm dying.

Maria please, don't cry,

because you're scaring the crap out of me.

No, you fool! No.

I cry because this situation makes me really sad.

Maria.

I don't believe in fate,

but I think there are unavoidable things in life.

And to me, you're like...

chickenpox.

I had to go through it one day.

The truth is...

I don't know if it's the prettiest

or ugliest thing I've been told in my life.

Come here.

He won't die. How can he die?

How can Nacho die? Hell, no.

It makes no sense.

It won't stick.

People called Nacho don't die, goddammit.

You can die if your name is, I don't know,

Serafin or Eusebio,

but how can a 40-year-old guy named Nacho die?

Hell, no. It's just...

Wait, wait.

What if it's a lie?

- What lie? - The disease.

Maybe it's an excuse he invented...

so I would forgive him. So he could see you.

My love.

Nacho will die.

He didn't tell me.

He came to the hospital for a test and they discovered it casually.

He doesn't even know.

How can he not know? You'll have to tell him, right?

It's just that...

I wanted to ask you to tell him.

Maria.

I don't want to see Nacho ever again.

Honey, he is your best friend and he needs you.

You don't realize he hasn't heard from us in three years

and we from him.

How can I...?

You can call him to meet him.

Sure. I call him, right?

What do I say? What do I tell him?

Hey, Nachete, this is your friend Suso.

Do you remember?

Yes, the one who hasn't spoken to you in years

because you screwed his girl.

No. You're forgiven.

Hey, we have to meet soon.

But make it soon, because...

Do you want me to say that?

Would you prefer a doctor from the hospital tells him?

I'd prefer that you'd tell him.

Why don't you tell him?

Because I want you to be friends again...

before he dies.

Otherwise, he'll die really sad

and you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

Maria, he has two or three months to live.

The only thing we'll do

for those friends is that he dies happy.

That's what we'll try.

To make him have the best weeks of his life,

but without him knowing that he's croaking.

Isn't it a bit rough to not tell him that he's dying?

Well...

He didn't tell me he was screwing my woman.

Can you be serious?

I'm being serious, Maria. Damn.

If I would die,

that's what I'd want my friends to do for me.

Wouldn't you want to know the truth?

I don't know.

I want to say goodbye to my friend.

I don't want to cry for three months for a dying person,

making my life bitter,

and making what little life has left bitter.

- That's how life is. - It sure is.

Life is like that.

Life is crap, life is a whore.

Life is a real bitch.

No. Death is the real bitch,

waiting around the corner to screw us over.

So you think it's better to not tell the truth

to someone you care about deeply?

You think that way they'll suffer less.

Of course.

Or not.

How can I know? I have no clue.

I don't know, Maria.

I don't know if we have the right to or...

I don't know who we are

to decide how Nacho spends the last days of his life.

Well.

We're his best friends.

Friends till death.

What is it, man?

- Can you grab a drink? - It's closed.

Then the last round before leaving.

It's not the last one, it's the second to last.

What's that stupid rule of not calling it the last one?

I don't know.

I don't know. You don't say that.

The last one. The last one.

It's like your last drink before dying.

So if I ask for the last one and you serve it,

it means it's the last drink I'll have in my life?

What is this talk about life?

No life nor dying. No life, man.

Come on.

It's the typical drunkard nonsense.

There's people who come here and ask for the last one,

and they're here the next day

having 15 or 20 drinks.

You can actually die from that.

I don't mean you.

I mean people in general.

Suso, are you okay?

Yes, I am.

You too, huh?

- Me too, what? - You're okay too.

I mean, you're okay too.

You're fine, goddammit.

You look well.

You look really fine.

You came and I thought that.

I thought, "Damn, he looks fine."

You look fine. I think you're fine.

You look...

I don't know. You look even taller.

You look heavier.

You look pretty older.

You're equally mean.

Well.

Let's drink the antepenultimate.

I'll serve today.

Maria called me and

she told me you wanted to talk to me.

Yes.

Yes, it's true.

What do you want?

Me? A beer.

Oh, right.

Well, I want to talk.

About one thing. With you.

Maria already told me that.

Yeah, sure. I'm sure.

That's it. I want to talk.

Talk to you calmly. That's it.

Normal talk.

That's how people understand each other.

- No. - No what?

People don't understand each other talking.

That is a lie.

When people talk, they don't want to understand.

When people talk, they want to be told they're right,

they don't understand others.

The right thing would be listening.

Listening is how people understand each other.

That's well thought.

It's like this one,

"Who loves you well, will make you cry."

That sucks.

If you love me, make me laugh. Don't be a brat.

What the hell do you mean?

It's another saying.

You keep bugging me with these sayings.

Okay. Come on. What?

I mean... It's...

The...

The thing is...

I...

Not I. You.

You are...

I mean... It's...

What?

I mean...

What did you want to talk about?

I already knew that with these two

it wouldn't be easy.

But what could I do?

I had to get them together and I did.

Now they had to do their part.

You wanted to talk to me because you talked to Maria

and she told you about me, right?

What did she talk to me about?

What would she tell me? She didn't tell me anything.

Suso, come on! Stop pretending!

About the hospital.

Maria told you about the hospital

and that's why you wanted to talk to me.

Yes.

It hurt you a lot when you found out.

Of course it did.

What kind of person do you think I am?

No. I know.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

It's obvious and I understand you're mad at me.

I mean, I... Well...

I was, of course, a little angry,

but not anymore.

I mean... I don't know.

It's in moments like this where you show

the true friendship.

Suso, I'm really glad you're taking it this way.

It's very mature of you.

I thought...

You'll see how mad this guy will get

when he finds out.

After what happened,

that Maria and I, again...

But good for you.

I love how you're handling this.

It's stupid.

That's why I told Maria she shouldn't tell you anything, but...

It's nothing.

Some days ago I went to the hospital to pick some results

that were not ready, and when I said goodbye,

I gave her to kisses, like they do here in Spain,

and when I went from the first kiss to the second one,

I went for her mouth,

but she moved away.

The truth is,

it shouldn't even be considered a kiss because

there wasn't a tongue involved.

Suso, I didn't plan this.

I'm as surprised as you or more.

I didn't go to the hospital because of her.

But when I saw Maria,

I had the same stupid impulse

to see what happened.

I already knew she would say no.

Suso, really.

Thank you so much for understanding and taking it so well.

I take my hat off to you.

You're a true friend.

Why hasn't this son of a bitch already died?

Well, maybe Suso didn't say that,

but I'm sure he thought it at that time.

I would have thought the same.

Because we're friends.

In fact, we're the same.

This story could have happened

the same way, but the other way around.

But it happened this way.

I had to be the cuckold and he had terminal cancer,

and each bears his own load.

Life is like that.

Life is a real bitch.

So...

Do you want to play with me again?

Friends till the end?

Not?

The truth is Nacho was making it hard for him.

It was normal Suso would find it hard to forgive him,

so I would have to do something to give a little help.

We have company.

What is this guy doing here?

I invited him to the barbecue.

I'll take a shower and leave you two

to talk about your stuff.

I mean, speak normally.

Not that you have anything to talk about,

that someone must tell something to the other.

No, no.

Just talk.

People understand each other by speaking.

Don't bring that topic up, please.

- What? - Suso, don't be mad.

Why do you leave? To avoid talking to me?

No. I'll bring you another pork chop.

Good idea.

Because if you're still hungry, you'll roast the cat.

Suso!

Suso, wait!

Do you think you're the only one who took a hit?

Don't you think Maria and I had a bad time?

I suppose so,

but what screws me is to imagine

when you had a good time.

I understand you're hurt, but--

Don't tell me you understand me!

I was deeply affected too.

Did you know I've had bowel problems since then?

I have irritable colon. I get constipated for weeks.

Well, listen, I could nevertheless

don't give a crap about your problems every day.

Make all the jokes you want,

but it was really hard for me.

You will take this lightly, but

I had early anorexia symptoms.

- Anorexia? - Yes.

Now that you mention it,

I think I also had a little anorexia. Sure.

Whenever I looked at myself in the mirror,

I thought I was fat.

Really.

You're not taking me seriously.

If I take you seriously, maybe

today, instead of pork chops,

you would eat some junk.

Okay. I better leave.

I understand you behave that way.

Don't say you understand me!

Don't tell me that! Goddammit!

Maybe you'll understand this.

Screw you!

Screw me?

You don't get to say that.

I can say whatever I want.

There. Screw you! See?

No, no. Screw you!

Screw you!

No. Screw you!

Screw you!

Okay. Fine.

Up yours, then!

Screw me, and up yours!

You know what? Up yours sounds better!

No. Even better. Go to hell!

No, no! You go to hell!

You go to hell and, on the way, up yours, while you're at it.

Very well. Up mine is delightful,

- but you know what? - What?

you can lick my balls, jerk!

Don't call me jerk, you jackass.

I'll call you whatever I want. What? Are you going to hit me?

Maybe I will, because you're a jackass.

And you're a jerk!

- Really? Jackass. Jackass. - Jerk! Jerk!

That's very mature.

Are you solving problems like adults?

- He started. - Suso, please!

No. Suso is right.

I started all of this.

I think I better leave.

He needs time. It's normal.

What time are you talking about? We don't have time.

Time for what?

No, I meant we don't have time to lose.

It's better to face these things as soon as possible,

because...

Because it can lead to anorexia.

What are you saying?

I better leave and we should think about it

and, some months later,

we can speak calmly.

In a couple months you won't...!

Well, yeah. Sure.

We have our whole lives ahead, right?

- Jerk. - Jackass.

I confess that at that time

I decided to leave forever.

I was going to go back to Mexico,

but the tickets were too expensive.

That's why I went to that damn campsite.

It's no wonder

my grandpa emigrated to Mexico.

It feels like this damn rain will never stop.

My grandpa said that what matters in life

is to not keep your head down when it rains,

because you'll get wet anyway.

Dancing like the grass

Singing in the middle Of a thunderstorm

I'll wait until you fall asleep

Listen

Listen to me

A person is coming closer

He says hello

I don't know who that is

His skeleton is dancing inside

I'll keep on

Dancing like the grass

Singing in the middle Of a thunderstorm

I'll wait until you fall asleep

Listen

Listen to me

Hey, man!

The bartender arrives last to the bar.

We thought you wouldn't come.

That's really mature.

Yes, we're really proud of you because of this game.

I wouldn't be able to do it.

You're remarkable.

You can forgive him,

but to throw a party for him?

You're here!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Come with me.

I invited Nacho here today

- to reunite him with everyone. - What?

He didn't want to come at first, but I told him it's my birthday.

But today is not your birthday.

I'm glad you remember.

Sit down.

Calm down. They're all complicit

and they will pretend, because they want you to make up.

But what if he realizes it?

- Maybe he knows your birthday. - He doesn't.

- But maybe he does. - He doesn't.

- Damn, maybe he does. - He doesn't.

How do you know he doesn't know?

Do you know?

Don't be silly, of course I do.

Of course I know.

I think I know.

Wait. It's on November 24th.

- Nice try! - November 25th.

No, wait! I'm joking.

I sure know. It's on February 11th.

I don't believe this.

That's yours, you idiot!

That's why it sounded familiar.

Come here.

- No. - Wait.

We'll try to fix thing up with Nacho and you and I will have

all the time in the world after that.

After he dies, you mean.

- Don't be such a brute! - You said it.

Don't be silly, I don't want to laugh about this.

It's not okay to laugh at this stuff.

Forgive me. Laughing is always good.

What's bad is that these things happen.

Haven't you heard the phrase:

"Laughter can laugh at death, but death can't kill our laughter."

I had never heard that. Who said it?

I guess I, because I just thought of it.

Then why do you say it like a literary quote?

I think it is because I like when you look at me

like you thought I was really smart.

- I think you're a big fool. - See?

I prefer to not take any chances.

The tiramisu was delicious.

You hardly ate any spaghetti.

Were you ashamed I would see you slurp?

You won't say anything?

I prefer to not take any chances.

A moment is a very short time

Come on, girl! Breathe!

It's you, jackasses.

Hide this over there.

- What is this? - Your present.

Did you get me a present?

No, you got it for me, for my birthday.

- I didn't get you anything. - Right.

If today is my birthday and Nacho brings me a gift,

it's only logical that you get me one too.

Yes, yes.

Hell, I didn't get you a gift.

I can't be ready for you to say

any given day, "Guess what,

today is my birthday."

But did you get it?

I'm really sorry, but I didn't get you a thing.

Look what I got for you!

I'm on top of everything, am I not?

By the way, Maria.

I bought this for you.

Don't open it! It's a surprise.

For the first time in your life, you'll get a gift right.

You're so ungrateful.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

- How are you? - Pretty good.

They say I'm restless

Seems like life doesn't bother me

My freedom

Can scare you

I'm wild I can't be tamed

When you let go I'll run away

It's so nice to see you. What else have you done?

Stay with me Make a way

Sit here.

Make some room.

Well.

We three will make a toast for the reunion.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Ch...

Cheers or chin chin or whatever.

- Right? - No.

Cheers. It's important to be cheerful.

Yeah, it's not that important.

Because... No.

Jose! What do you always say about being cheerful?

What matters is money, happiness comes and goes.

Right?

Beautiful. Yeah.

- Okay. Here's to money. - To money.

No, we're not toasting to money.

We're toasting to friendship.

If you have a friend, you have a treasure.

No, no.

- That saying gives me a bad feeling. - Also, that.

You have a problem with Spanish sayings.

Wait. You're my friends, right?

- Yes. - Sure.

Do you think of me like a treasure?

- Well, yeah. - Yes.

Well, no.

I don't want to be nobody's treasure.

I feel I'll get buried.

Why are you talking about burying?

Isn't that what you do with a treasure?

You bury it like a dead person.

What is that? What dead person?

Who's dying?

No one's dying here.

Nacho, you're not dying.

Well, I am dying.

We're all dying eventually.

What we don't know, is after what event,

or after who.

Nacho, can I ask you a question?

- You know... - Let's get to the point.

We're here and we're talking about treasures

and I haven't opened my presents.

Come on! Everybody!

Presents for the girl.

Where are my presents?

Come on, come on.

So... cancer?

- What? - Cancer?

Yes. Cancer.

I don't understand how did you know.

It's June 26th.

Cancer.

If you were born a week ago, you would be a Gemini.

Happy birthday.

Let's see, which one should I open first?

- Let me see. - Wait, wait.

Mine. I get the feeling that

you're going to like it.

I'll start.

If you don't like it, you can't change it.

If you don't like it, you can change it.

Let me guess. It's a husband.

I'm sorry, I'm just a little... But it's okay.

Let's open Nachito's present, it's all cool. Come on!

- Wow! - That's it.

You don't like them.

No. I mean, yes. I really like them.

- The thing is... - The thing is you don't like them.

No, I like them, but...

I can tell you don't like them.

I'm telling you I like them.

Suso, do you think she likes roller skates?

Don't get me in trouble.

But I'm saying that I like them.

Yes, but you say it to be polite and it's absurd,

because if you don't like them, you can change them.

Maria, Nacho is right about that.

You can change them.

But I don't want to change them.

Why would you keep them if you don't like them?

Don't be silly.

If you can change them, don't be silly.

To not change them just to avoid snubbing them

would be stupid.

You can tell she doesn't like them. She's playing fool.

You don't change them and then you feel stupid.

Suso, you know her better.

Does Maria like roller skates?

It's a freaky gift, honestly.

Wait.

The roller skates are nice, but she'd never like them.

- It's set. You don't like them. - Maria, you don't like them.

- Tell him. You don't like them. - Say it.

Say it, you don't like them.

Maria, you don't like them.

I do like them!

Damn!

They're nice.

It's okay.

Don't get mad, woman.

We're celebrating your birthday.

Come on. Now let's open my gift.

No.

I don't want to open more presents.

I'll do it later at home.

That's nice. I remember your birthday

everyone's here, and now you won't--

If you want to do it's badly,

you open it.

That's silly. I'll open it.

We have to open it.

Yes. It wasn't that hard to guess.

He said he was a lousy husband.

That it didn't matter if it was my birthday,

but Nacho got me exactly the present I wanted.

And that meant Nacho knew

what I needed better than him.

I told him he was overreacting,

that it didn't matter to me.

I lied to him.

Happy birthday to you

Hooray!

No, no.

First you have to make a wish.

I thought about it at home.

I want you two to be friends again.

You screwed it up,

because if you say it out loud, the wish won't come true.

Listen, guys.

I'm grateful for everything you're doing,

but I'm the guilty one here, Suso needs something.

Suso, I apologize in front of everyone.

Wait, you're not the only guilty one.

You hit the jackpot, but...

- it's evenly distributed. - Suso, please.

It's okay, woman.

We can speak openly in front of them.

They won't tell anyone.

They're experienced in keeping secrets. They're trustworthy.

Suso, you're completely right.

But this was hard for us too.

Yes? What is it?

Do you have irritable colon too?

- What's that? - Leave him alone.

He is making fun of something that happened because of him.

I somatize everything!

It's your fault I have this inside me.

Being like this with you is what's killing me.

- What is he talking about? - Calm down, woman.

He means it's my fault he now has to eat fiber,

otherwise, he'll...

- Stop it! - Let him go on!

Let him take it all out.

Well, we better leave.

I'm sure you'd rather be alone.

No, no.

This should belong to everyone.

I'm here.

Let out everything you've kept to yourself.

Tell it to my face.

I have nothing to tell you.

Suso, you won't be able to forgive me that way.

I sure can.

I forgive you. See?

That doesn't count.

Because you say so?

It's not that he says so.

Nacho is right about that.

I just said I forgive him.

You can tell it's not honest.

Suso, I'm here.

Take the chance. Don't hold back.

- I'll beat the crap out of you. - Really?

Stop! Stop!

Enough!

It's set. Now I forgive him.

He's forgiven.

He can take a crap peacefully.

- That's it! - No, no!

Let go!

Have you two lost it?

What's next?

Will you measure your junk to see whose is longer?

We're going home.

We should. This makes no sense.

The three of us.

The three of us are going home.

Happy

Birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Maria

Happy birthday to you

I know how we can figure this out.

Let's make a blood pact.

We make a cut in our fingers,

we join them and promise

to be friends for the rest of our lives.

Why is she crying?

I don't know. Maybe blood makes her squeamish.

Maria?

Here's the knife.

No problem.

Nacho, I'll tell you why Maria is crying.

Suso, please.

No, Maria. This isn't right.

He has to know what's going on.

This is...

Nacho, sit down, please.

Listen.

Well...

Maria is crying because

you just proposed a blood pact so that

we continue to be friends

for the rest of our lives.

But the problem is we can't think of the future anymore, because...

Carpe diem!

What?

Carpe diem.

We can't think of the future

because who knows what tomorrow will bring.

So Carpe diem, let's enjoy the moment.

Sure.

It's like this saying, "Once the dog dies,

the rabies is gone."

Why are you talking about dogs?

What dead dog? What rabies?

Can we forget about those sayings? Please!

Okay. He understands.

Let's blow the candles.

No. No candles.

Let's all three sit down and talk calmly, because...

Suso, wait.

Don't be a killjoy.

Carpe diem.

Let's blow the candles together

Sit here, Maria.

Very well. We'll do it Carpe diem style,

but cooler.

Stand up, Suso.

Let's celebrate like this was the last party

we're having together.

Everyone close their eyes.

Close your eyes, Susito.

Okay, Maria.

Let's make a wish.

Something important. I don't know.

What wish would you make if these were

the last months of our lives?

Think carefully.

I'll count up to three.

Make a wish. Quickly.

I have to make a wish.

I know exactly what that would be.

I guess I'd ask

for these two to be friends again.

One...

Damn! Time is running out!

I must decide now.

But now that I think about it,

if I only had a couple months to live,

I could ask something for myself.

And two...

No, no. Wait!

Hurry!

Something I really want for myself.

Not anyone else.

Be a little selfish, goddammit.

I don't care so much about others, for once.

And...

No. Wait! Wait!

three.

I want to have a child.

A nice wish would have been to put a roof on Galicia.

How do you get used to it?

I can't adjust.

We can.

Galician children are born with gills behind our ears.

Do you remember everything that happened the next day?

How can I forget it?

I realize how much I've missed something

these last three years.

Yeah, me too.

It has been bad for me too.

It has been hard not seeing you.

That too, of course.

What do you mean "too"?

No, no. I missed you too, of course.

But I was referring to the octopus.

What octopus?

The octopus, on general.

We haven't eat it together

for a long time.

The octopus.

Three years without talking

and what you missed was the octopus.

Do you understand me?

I'm glad to be here with you,

share things with you,

to eat half an octopus,

that we can eat from the same plate,

share everything with you.

Everything.

Be it octopus, or...

Or...

Or...

Suso!

Suso!

Suso, I'm sorry. I slipped.

In can't deal with this, Nacho. I thought I could.

I have it-- I can't.

I get it.

Don't say you get me, because you don't understand anything.

Then you get me.

I get you. That's the problem. I get you perfectly.

I get what you did,

why you did it, I get that you did it.

I get it and I forgive you,

but I can't stand looking at your face.

Suso, I can't stand that this ends this way.

I can't stand to go on without seeing you.

I'll die of grief.

Don't worry, you won't have time for that.

He didn't say that either, but he thought about it.

What he didn't think was seeing Suso so overwhelmed

would make Nacho leave that very afternoon.

I don't get it, Nacho.

What did you lose in Istanbul?

I'm not going to Istanbul.

I'll arrive to Istanbul's airport

and then I'll hitchhike until Turkish Kurdistan,

a remote place to find myself.

What?

How long are staying there?

Who knows.

Six months, a year, two. It depends.

Depends on what?

You can just wander around, suddenly, with no cares.

What about all that Carpe diem you told me about yesterday?

Yes, damn, we said Carpe diem,

but Carpe diem in Spain.

OURENSE'S AIRPORT

Honestly, Suso, if I had known

you'd be so annoying, I would have taken a cab.

- Nacho, wait! - What do you want?

It's just that...

If you leave...

What?

Have a nice trip.

Bye.

Maria, honey, can you do me a favor?

Sure. Tell me.

We're a little short on staff in Maternity.

If you could come for a while

and lend us a hand.

Well, I work at the lab.

I don't know how can I help you.

You come back

and help us with whatever you can for a moment.

Come on.

Please, come in.

Look.

These two, for example.

They're fine if they're together,

but if we separate them,

they won't stop crying.

Can you handle them, Maria?

Maria.

Maria.

Maria!

- Maria. - Huh?

Are you okay?

Yes, I am.

I think I fell asleep for a second...

I'm leaving.

I have to...

make an important call.

I'm sorry. I won't be able to help.

Help me with what?

- Yes? - Suso?

Maria.

- I have to tell you something. - Me too.

Let me tell you, and then you tell me.

No, I'll start. It's important.

Mine is important too, let me go first, please.

You first.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

- Listen. - I'll go first, or I'll lose steam.

Well...

Suso, I want to have a child.

That's not a big deal.

I mean, it's not urgent.

I meant, I already knew that.

This time I'm not saying it as a wish.

It's a decision.

And it's urgent.

I don't understand.

Do you want a child?

Maria, you know I would have loved to,

but it couldn't be. We haven't been able to...

Do you still want it?

Do you really want it?

Or, deep down, you don't care as much.

Be honest.

I need to know if you want it as much as I do.

Honey,

having a child with you is my greatest wish in the world.

Then we'll have one.

How? Are we adopting?

If you want that too.

But I want a child that's born out of me.

Honey, that's impossible.

It couldn't be.

Come.

Close it.

We can speak quietly in here.

- Close it. - But...

Don't worry, he's in a coma. He can't hear nor feel anything.

Honey,

I spoke to the gynecology team,

- my colleagues. - Yes.

They all agree our case is impossible.

Besides your sperm being practically infertile,

it seems that part of the problem

is that I have a congenital deviation

in my cervix,

which makes me incompatible

with artificial insemination.

Which mean...

Which means?

I have lousy semen, but you have a spoiled coochie.

That's how the doctors said it.

And then?

Then...

The only way in which I can have a child

is to use sperm from a donor.

Didn't you just said you were

incompatible with artificial insemination?

Yes. With the artificial one.

- You don't mean...? - Yes.

Oh, my!

Oh, shoot!

Just thinking about it...

I know this is really hard for you,

but you must understand that it won't mean anything to me.

I'm glad for you. Please understand that to imagine

that a man, out of nowhere, will be with you.

And on top of that, it will be without protection, to...

It's just that...

It doesn't have to be a stranger.

Oh, boy!

Honey.

I know this is really weird.

Whatever happens, I'll always be your woman,

and Nacho is your best friend.

And, somehow, we three will have that child.

Very soon,

one of us won't be here anymore.

But if that child is born,

a part of him will still be here

and it will always be the three of us.

Oh, shoot!

Promise me...

that he won't look like Nacho.

Then...

Is that a yes?

You know I will always say yes to you.

I'm trying to process it, but damn.

Hey.

- What was your thing? - What thing?

Your urgent thing.

Damn! Nacho.

- What about Nacho? - He's leaving.

Leaving where?

Turkish Kurdistan. I dropped him at the airport.

- What? - Yes.

I'll tell them I have to leave and you start the car.

But call him first!

Don't let him get on that plane.

Nacho.

How can I say this?

What are you doing?

Wait, wait.

Calm down.

He's coming here.

He didn't confirm, but I'm sure he'll come.

Why are you so sure?

I told him it's my birthday.

The same excuse? Are you stupid?

Why will he come if you say, "Today is my birthday"?

I didn't say it like that.

I said it with intention.

- What intention? - With second intention.

Like saying, "Nacho, today is my birthday."

I winked my eye.

You winked an eye on the phone?

Yes.

A true colleague will perceive it.

He won't come.

- He will. - He won't.

We'll be lucky to get to the airport.

He'll come. We'll cross paths, and when we get to the airport,

he'll get here.

Stop! Stop!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Where are you going so fast?

We weren't going anywhere. We just--

Maria thought you wouldn't come.

Why wouldn't I?

You said, "It's my birthday."

And I want to know that important secret

you are keeping from me, and that you have to tell me.

What makes you think we're keeping a secret?

Suso winked an eye on the phone.

Okay.

It's not really a secret.

It's something we want to ask you.

I mean...

It's hard to explain.

It's better if Suso tells you.

What?

Suso?

Give me a moment.

Yes, yes.

How can I tell him?

- You should tell him. - And why me?

Because of the little favor he'll do to you.

He'll do that little favor to us both.

Us both? You haven't told me that part.

Don't be stupid. It's a figure of speech.

Tell him.

What figure of speech?

- You tell him. - I won't.

Well, me neither.

If I lose my plane, I hope it's for something important.

- What? - That if I'm losing my plane,

I hope it's for something important.

Okay. Calm down.

I'll park the car and we'll talk peacefully.

- Alright? - Go.

Don't look at me that way. How can I tell him?

It's too much.

If you want, I can also help him and be his fluffer.

Don't be silly!

If we're doing this with Nacho, I'd like you to participate.

Do you want us to have a threesome?

No! It's a figure of speech.

I want you to participate in all decisions.

To be a part of this.

I want you to be present at all times.

Do you want me to watch?

No! It's a manner of speaking.

It's a figure of speech.

Well, speak normally, because I'm getting really nervous.

Suso, do you want to go ahead with this?

Because if you're not sure, I won't do it.

Who will be the spokesperson?

Forget it. It was nonsense, Nacho.

Maria and I will be the spokespeople

because it's something we must do together,

figuratively.

Hey, I'm still here.

Tell me or I'll go back to the airport.

- Nacho. - We want to have a child.

What a surprise! I already knew that.

The problem is... We can't.

I didn't know that, but I supposed it.

The problem seems to be mostly mine.

I have kind of a low count

of fertile sperm in my seminal fluid.

I didn't know that nor supposed it.

And I prefer not to imagine it.

Nacho...

Haven't you guessed what we're going to ask you?

I think I have.

What do you think?

- What do you think? - It makes me hopeful.

In fact, I was waiting for you to ask me.

I'm very eager.

What are you eager about?

About being the godfather of the child you're having.

Do you really want our child to have this idiot's genes?

But...

Didn't I just tell you we can't have kids?

Nacho, what we want is to have a child,

not a godfather.

Then what?

Get out of here! Get the hell out of here!

Are you joking? I'm going to Istanbul.

Nacho, if we're asking this it's because we need you.

Maria, come on!

You don't need me to have a child.

What you need is a glass of sperm and it can be anyone's.

Go to a sperm bank.

I'm sure the liter is not very expensive.

- Nacho, it's just... - What?

that we want it to be you.

Why should it be me?

That's twisted, man.

How would things go now?

I would have to jerk off, put it in a glass, and then what?

There would be a little child running around,

who is the son of my best friend,

but who casually looks a little like me.

And you don't even want me to be the godfather!

Nacho!

Damn, wait. It wouldn't be like that.

It wouldn't be like that, how?

Because--

Maria is incompatible with artificial insemination.

Then?

Get the hell out of here.

Maria, are you okay?

- Maria? Nacho. - What?

Are you okay?

What happened?

I don't know. Are you okay?

- Maria. - Do you feel better?

Calm down. I'm here. It's okay.

I'm here with you too.

Calm down. It's okay. Listen.

I'll do whatever you need. Don't worry.

I'll calm down! But let me breathe, goddammit!

What? It's okay. I got dizzy.

It's okay.

Haven't you ever seen a collapse?

I'll take something inside.

I'm coming with you.

We'll go with you.

I can make it on my own.

I'm going to the hospital because I work in the hospital.

I'll drink a glass of water and come out in ten minutes.

- That's all! - Yes.

I can still catch my plane.

Maria is fine and I'm not needed.

Can you take me?

Why can you and I talk

- calmly? - Because you only

talk calmly about things that don't matter,

and you and Maria are on the list of the few things

that matter to me.

Can you take me?

AIRPORT 4.5 MILES

Admit that this child thing is weird, man.

If it's so clear to her, what's the problem?

I'll take my trip, think about it, and when I come back

in a few months, we'll discuss it.

What months?

What damn months are you talking about?

What are you doing, Suso?

Suso!

Suso!

Stop right there! Stop!

What the hell are you doing, buddy?

Why can't you wait five or six months?

You have waited ten years for a damn child!

If you wait a few months you won't die.

Not us.

Who are you talking to?

I'm really sorry, man.

But you can't leave like this. It's not fair.

- I have to tell you. - Tell me what?

You're making me very nervous.

Listen, Nacho.

Hear me out.

The other day, when you went to Maria's

hospital to pick up your test results,

they found something in you

that's not right.

Something like...

You're really sick, man.

Sick of what?

They said I was fine at the hospital and I feel wonderful.

You feel well because of those pills they gave you, but that's all.

They're vitamins.

I read the instructions, you bastard.

I don't know. It's their trick to distract you,

those pills may be tranquilizers.

They can give you anything else,

because you have no cure, Nacho.

You're dying.

He told him!

I didn't think Suso capable, but he told him.

That was not part of the plan.

Poor Nacho.

What is this?

Another strategy so I make a child with your wife?

No, Nacho. It's true.

I'm really sorry.

We didn't tell you anything because we thought

you'd be happy without knowing.

I'm sorry for all of this we made up about the child.

I'm really sorry. We thought it was a good idea.

"We thought"? Didn't you think

that maybe I would like to think something?

This is my life, after all. It's my death!

It's only logical that knowing was important to me.

You don't die every die, goddammit!

You're right, Nacho. Forgive me.

I'm sorry!

I made all this crap

with the intention of making things better for you.

Screw you.

This time, screw you, Suso.

You only thought of you when you made this.

What you wanted

was to make a child for your woman before I died.

So she would forgive that you are half a man.

Listen...

First, I would have never made something for me

if I thought it might have hurt you.

Can you say the same?

And second, the fact that I have a problem

with me sperm doesn't make me less man than you.

You're right. This is not about your sperm.

You have always been less man than me.

That's why Maria preferred me.

Listen...

I'll forget you said that

because I know my friend Nacho doesn't think that.

The problem is not that I think it,

it's that your woman thinks it.

- Hey, moron! - Come here.

I know being my friend Is not easy

I know being with me is not easy

But I really loved you

Even though that

Doesn't matter anymore

I know being my friend Is not easy

I know being with me is not easy

But I really loved you

Even though that

Doesn't matter anymore

Even though that

Doesn't matter anymore

Even though that

Doesn't matter anymore

What? Enough?

Huh?

It's done?

Congratulations, champ.

That's what you wanted, right?

Very good.

You had kept this since...

Since Cuore di Napoli, right?

Because you're still thinking that if you had been there that night

it would be the other way round.

It sucks, right?

You spent all your life

being jealous of someone you think is worse than you,

because all you ever wanted

was to have his life, right?

Right?

It's funny because you can walk your whole life like a champion

and end up convincing yourself that you're a champion.

Even though everyone around him know

that he's a loser.

Are you calling me a loser?

No, I'm not calling you a loser.

I'm informing you you're a loser.

Do you think that's a nice thing to tell your friend

after you just told him he's dying?

Can I give you a hug?

Please.

Even though that

Doesn't matter anymore...

It had to hurt you.

What have I done?

You didn't want us to tell him

- since the beginning. - No.

I mean, yes, but if you say you won't say anything,

why do you tell him now?

It stings!

- When is he living? - The day after tomorrow.

He lost his connection and there were no other flights.

He says he's still going,

that he doesn't care if he dies

in Santiago de Compostela or the Turkish Kurdistan.

The day after tomorrow?

- Yes. - Okay.

Tomorrow we'll have a farewell dinner.

Good. Something at home or...?

Oh, brother!

Hello.

Hello.

Buona sera, signorina.

I'm glad you decided to come.

How could I miss it?

Didn't Suso come with you?

Scusi. Are we waiting for someone?

- Yes. - No.

Do you want a drink?

Yes, a glass of Godello.

Why isn't Suso coming?

No, because something came up that...

No. No more lies.

Suso won't come because that's what we decided.

What about our farewell dinner?

Nacho...

you're not dying.

What?

You're not sick. You're not dying.

At least not for now.

I don't know if you will forgive me, but I made that up.

Here.

Now what?

Am I supposed to be happy?

I'm not!

You can't go through life telling people

now you die, now you don't.

I had faced up to the fact.

What do I do with so much life?

- Did you tell her that? - No.

Maybe I only thought that.

Does it happen to you? There's wild phrases your remember

from the time you said them, but you never said them?

Tell me you didn't make all this up just to have a child.

No. It's not only that.

But it was one of the reasons.

I don't know if I want you to explain

or I'd rather run for the hills.

You have a right to do any of the two.

Okay.

Curiosity is stronger than pride.

I had planned it a different way, but it all turned out wrong.

I told Suso you were dying.

- Why did you tell him? - It was the only way

- in which he would forgive you. - Yes, but why?

Th key was you weren't supposed to find out about your illness,

and I asked him to tell you because I thought he wouldn't,

and you'd go back to being friends, as always.

Maria, you have to be insane.

You didn't have to kill me for that.

Why didn't you try we meet little by little?

And, to make it even worse, when we did the...

Blowing the candles to make a wish, I thought

that I could use the occasion to have a child

and you would be the biological dad.

And even if I accepted that madness,

first, we would have to make up,

see us for a few months, wait a couple years...

- No. - Why not?

Because it has to be before...

- Before... - Before what?

Before dying.

Don't screw me again, Maria.

Didn't you just say I won't die?

No. Not you.

Did you hear me?

I'm the one who's dying.

I have a...

Well...

I'm a really sick in a really screwed place.

I have, at most, a couple of years.

A month more, a moth less.

It's the same.

This is the truth.

It's there.

That's why I mounted this circus.

And, honestly, I don't know if I did it for you two or...

out of pure selfishness.

I didn't want to die thinking

that the two people I love the most would go on without talking

the rest of their lives because of me.

I wanted to see you together again.

Imagine you together forever.

And the baby...

I thought it could be a child of us three.

A child that would grow without a mom.

But with two dads.

And I thought...

that it would be a way of staying with you forever.

You now the rest of the story.

I'm sorry I screwed so badly.

The next time I die I'll try to do it better.

Allora...

Why didn't you tell us before?

We could have tried something.

Because I knew that if I told you, Suso would be so annoying.

And with me being sick, you wouldn't want to hear about a baby.

And if I didn't tell him, I couldn't tell you,

because that would be like betraying him again.

Now you're telling me.

I told him last night.

And why isn't Suso here?

Ignacio...

do I have to explain it all to you?

Get the hell out of here.

Get the hell out of here.

Ge the hell out of here!

How can we do that?

Well, if you mean the position,

within an order, I don't mind.

No. I'm not in the mood for jokes.

My head is exploding. I can't even think.

Nacho, I'm ovulating.

I'm psychologically ready to do it and believe me, it's not easy.

I don't know how many more chances I will have.

Please, trust me.

Are you sure Suso is okay with this?

He gave me this for you.

What the hell is this?

Viagra.

He says he prefers to not take a chance.

He'd rather it be eight times today so that we won't have to repeat.

I'd rather think this is a night we had pending when we were 20.

So it all has to be like when we were 20.

If it's a boy, can we name him Nacho?

No, but if you want,

you can teach him how to play the bandurria.

Like a child in a summer pool

We leaped into life

Like crows on the road

Without fear Dancing

You must know I will think of Suso all the time.

There's time

That's good.

I'll try not to think of him all the time.

And only the echo remains

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only the echo

Only your echo

Echo, echo

When everything that matters Doesn't matter anymore

The needle stops

When the noise ceases And everything fits at last

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When there's no time anymore

And everything calms down at last

Only the echo remains

Only the echo remains

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only the echo

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only an echo

Your life dripping through my hands

An echo remains

I only heard your voice

Just an echo

Echo, echo

Maybe it was

My voice

Or just the echo

Like a child in a summer pool

We leaped into life

They say that when you're about to die

the movie of your life plays in front of you.

Great! You die and, on top of that, they play a Spanish film.

I'll tell you one thing. I don't want to see my movie.

Because I already had the leading role

and sometimes I even was directing it.

But now they want to do the montage.

Who chooses the images you see and those you don't?

According to the moments you choose,

my movie can be a romantic comedy

or one of those melodramas that play at siesta time.

And why does it have to be a movie?

Why can't it be a music video?

A video game?

Cool.

If this was a video game, I would have an extra life.

I never understood why Maria suddenly wanted

to do the Way of Saint James the three of us together.

She said that, by walking the way with us,

she felt as if...

Death couldn't be so definite.

It wasn't a religious thing, it was something about us three.

The three walking together, as always.

That's it.

You won't believe it, but it stopped raining.

- Let's go, then. - Let's go.

- Hey. - What?

Aren't you forgetting something?

It's not raining, but it's damn cold for a baby.

He better don't get a cold.

Mister Anguish has arrived.

You're just like your mom.

Right. My mother came out now.

Why do you get my mother into this?

Because I do. She's a very nosy woman.

She always has an opinion.

I'm glad my mother is here, or else,

I would have to take care of everything.

If I bother you so much at home, I'll pack my things.

Don't pack your things. Unpack a diaper.

- A diaper? - Yes, a diaper.

Diaper. Poop. Does it ring a bell?

Suso, stop!

Don't be annoying. Come here.

Take my hand.

What?

Take my hand.

Like women do, without making a big deal.

Like girlfriends, they hold their hands.

We men should learn that from them.

Come. Take my hand.

You do know this is illegal, right?

What? Holding hands?

No! Scattering ashes in any place is illegal.

But this isn't any place.

This is the place Maria chose to scatter her ashes.

However your life movie is,

it would have to have a happy ending.

I only like happy endings.

And this can be a happy ending too.

Fate, chance,

or however you want to call it, is inevitable.

But happiness is a point of view.

She fell asleep.

- What a little thing. - So cute.

What matters is she's here, like her mother wanted.

Yes.

Okay. Let's do it.

Like her mom wanted.

But just like her mother wanted?

Just like her mother wanted.

We only have this night left

To live our love

And your ticktock

Reminds me

Of my unrelenting pain

Clock, stop walking

Because my life is dwindling

She is the star that lights My being

I'm nothing without her love

Stop time in your hands

Make this night eternal

So that it never leaves

So that it never dawns

Clock, stop walking

Because my life is dwindling

She is the star that lights my being

I'm nothing without her love

Stop time in your hands

Make this night eternal

So that it never leaves me

So that it never dawns

So that it never leaves me

So that it never dawns

Like a child in a Summer pool

We leaped into life

Like crows on the road

Without fear dancing

But no

There's time

Now everything is fading out

And only the Echo remains

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only the echo

Only your echo

Echo, echo

When everything that matters Doesn't matter anymore

The needle stops

When the noise ceases And everything fits at last

When there's no Time anymore

And everything calms Down at last

Only the echo remains

Only the echo remains

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only the echo

Only your echo

Echo, echo

Only an echo

Your life dripping Through my hands

An echo remains

I only heard your voice

Just an echo

Echo, echo

Maybe it was

My voice

Or just the echo

Like a child in a Summer pool

We leaped into life