All language subtitles for El cónsul de Sodoma (Sigfrid Monleón, E 2009) [WDL 720p]

Is it true that you are a poet?

Well, I prefer to call it a poem.

Jaime ...

And what now?

Now, everything.

Excuse me.

What's wrong?

Do you billy boys?

Mestizos?

Come on in.

What are you doing here?
Go to sleep in your own room.

make no noise.
My mother sleeps.

What do you like?

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Everthing allright?

Thank you.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Mr. Zhang, I find it hard to understand ...

the reason for this to sacrifice.

It is not against sacrifice.

The percentage of the crop that we
are required to pay to the farmers ...

is exaggerated.

Let a percentje bags.

Absolutely not.
My father would never allow it.

I insist that we stick to
the agreed rate, but ...

I am willing to make a concession
and to drop one million.

Mr. Zhang ...

do not want to pay more than 8 million.

9 million is an excellent deal.

Mr. Zhang asked whether tomorrow
can negotiate further.

No.

Impossible.

Mr. Zhang, it was a pleasure
to talk to you, but ...

we negotiate for eleven days on this
deal and I must return to my country.

Mr. Zhang asks if you want more tea.

Listen...

There is a woman
waiting for me in Barcelona.

And I can not wait any longer
to see her.

I tell you this because I know
you are a wise man.

You understand me.

Mr. Zhang asked how this woman is.

Beautiful.

Good for you.
Let her not wait any longer.

I'm going to miss all this.

Not as much as you think.

Why?

What's going on, V�ctor?

Those are just the least compromising.

Where do these images come from?

No idea. I just
paid a middleman.

Do you give in to extortion
my address? - Sorry, Jaime.

But your father asked me
to protect you.

My father?

Know my dad about this?

Look, Jaime ... Your private life,
it's not my business, but ...

you do not interfere with it.

When I learned that I would leave.

And wherever I went, I'd be a bed
and have a book to read.

But others would not leave.

They would remain in place for years
and ever wait for 7 hours ...

to escape and surrender
to that other side of the life.

And this, this absolute misery,
a life of constant humiliation ...

everything for them.

This is their life,
this is their whole life.

Ladies, the communist is back.

You're not there.

Many farmers had their children
sell as slaves.

Jaime, please!
This is inappropriate.

If dad comes, ask him
he gives the plantations to farmers.

No politics at the table!

This is not politics, mummy.
This is justice.

Keep that but for your poems.

Jaime, you have some news written
in the Philippines? - 2 Versen in 3 months.

Mr. Jaime, there are two gentlemen
political brigade at the door ...

and they ask you.

Bring them to the Cabinet.

"In the Heat

After the thickness

Reverses the river back to the land'

My grandfather...

President of the Chamber ...

during the Republic.

Good evening.

I'm Detective Creix.

That's subinspecteur Garrido.

We wanted to talk to you.
- What is it about?

poetry, right?

Yeah, I try.

Maintains contacts you
with other poets and writers?

With some.

Do you know this?

Yes, I know.
The one better than the other ...

Did you know that all these are communists?

Some of them have been arrested ...

and for others it will
not be long.

Leo.

"Now we may ourselves
men call

Now we must say'no'

"No," say, anywhere in the street

At all other times
that we could not'

Do you have that written?

Yes.

Such leaflets were distributed
the student uprising.

Did you know that?

How do I know? I've just
three months spent in the Philippines.

An acquaintance of yours ...

told us about you
on the comissariaat.

What did they?

That you're a fag ...

And very intelligent.

Better not come to Barcelona
at this time.

Cadaques is much quieter.

Jaime.
- Hello ... Manuel.

How are you?
- Good.

Do you now but lay low.

There have been arrests.

But we are now on the official
university candidates.

They get a trial ...
That's a step back.

They are sent back home,
all the sons of conquerors.

Manuel, I regret all the hits
I have not shared.

you know it or not, Jaime?
An enemy in house changes everything.

I know.

That's why I want to engage me.
I mean it.

Your gin and tonic.

Thank you.

Mr. Marcel is here.
- Let him in.

Well, well ... the writer / workman.

Congratulations on your novel.
He is fantastic!

Thank you.

I hope I can stop now working
and I can concentrate on my writing.

So they say twenty years.

Juan is a born skeptic.

That's why his novel is so decadent.

I just write about what I see,
more or less.

Mr. Baldwin is on the phone.
- Shit ... forgotten.

Jimmy's here in Barcelona. He wants
see the nightlife and I thought you ...

Luis I have not even seen.

Yvonne and I celebrate tonight
our anniversary.

Either you have to go or I ...

Okay.

Jimmy, how you doing?

Do you know my friend, Jaime Gil, yet?

You want to go with it, Juan?

I work from 7 to 3
and then I go home to write.

I really have no time.

The time a child ...
throwing the dice.

Heraclitus.

The final proof.

Show him the Sagrada Familia
and then go home.

The Sagrada Familia ...

Do you know any interesting places?

Jaime!

I was expecting you tomorrow.

What are you doing here?

I had a meeting
with some advertisers ...

and I wanted to keep as siesta.

Very good of you.

I'm going to get dressed.
- Wait, wait, wait ...

Let this terrible
First terminate abstention.

I know you and that abstinence from you ...

Do you like billy boys
or more of mestizos?

I like most Spanish boys
forget that they do it for the money.

I do not mind paying.

But I like it from ...

to be appreciated.

I see that the Filipinos
have changed your habits.

Look at me.

What is it?
- Nothing.

There is nothing.

Why do not we eat?
Then we can catch something.

Soon we talk ...

about what you want.

But first...

I have a foreigner on stage.

I would love to have you come along too.

Not again.

Come on.

We show him a few spots
and that's all.

Alright.

Guys, I see a Negro.

Spanish blues, Jimmy.

What is wrong with him?
- They've never seen a black.

I choqueer people like.

Nigger!

Welcome to Africa!

Come on, keep it on there.

Let's go to a normal place.

It's still normal?

Proust would never have become who he was
without the gay ghetto.

Neither his novels without
the lives of blacks ...

in the land of the whites.

I think...

that helps a closed world
to create great literature ...

because it is the semantic
capture components.

So let's toast to the ghetto.

You say that because you were born
as a slave and I like slave driver, right?

Indeed.

Well, let us toast to the fact
that you have absolutely right.

Luis, you want to get some wine, please?

Get it yourself.
I was nonsense from you.

You can translate at least
what he says.

But you would not understand it anyway.

Juanito, a pint of mint.
I go my aspiration Antonio.

Isaiah.

Chapter 4, verse 6,

Good morning, Mr. Jaime.

Your father asks if he can come in.

Of course he may.

I need to talk to you.

That's a friend of mine from Harlem.

Caligula pull that outfit anyway.

I'll wait outside.

I spoke inspector Creix
on the phone.

That hassle pamphlets
is out of the feet.

"Let the rich alone," Franco once said.

It depends on.

People like you were shot
after the war.

Jaime ...

A scandal would your career
ruin and the company ...

and the reputation of the whole family.

Nobody is interested
in the private life of a poet, Dad.

Your father is still worried ...

And your mother.

I know that you are ashamed of me.

I'm not ashamed to you.

You're a Gil de Biedma.

But I had some things
it rather differently.

Where is Jimmy?
- Departed.

Beginning that slut too soon to leave?

Watch your words.

Here.

Get dressed quickly but ...

and departure.
- No do not do that...

Sit down.

Fucking fagots!

And I?
How much are you going to give me?

Nothing, now I've found work for you.

When I met you,
you had nothing but a suit.

A brown suit.

When I met you ...

you were an obnoxious, spoiled child.

Nothing as good as fucking with a gypsy
to discover a social conscience.

It holds at least one fool.

Well ...

You seem to feel very good
with that whore union.

Jaime ...

We really need to talk.

Put your keys but in the vase and go.

careful,
Lalique which is worth a fortune.

It is over.

Wait ...
Wait, Luis, wait.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

At least the keys with ...

"Someone goes out, kisses a girl
or buy a book.

He walks happily down the street
and is beaten down.

How dare he?'

"The Argitraaf'

No one will know anything about it.
- It is otherwise clear.

These are the words of the tribe.
- You do not understand.

The book is a journey from the end of
adolescence to adulthood.

Also with social issues.

Of course.

Based on my experiences
and social class ...

I distrust sometimes both.

I think...

you dress up as a poet and sing
a desire for carnival.

"I was born, if you will allow me,

in the era of the pergola
and tennis.'

I try to write a poem
about Spain ...

without pure phantasmagorical.

It is a sestina.
- A medieval sestina?

They're going to call your frivolous.
- Ironic, is not frivolous.

Spain has more
a medieval work ...

then to a modern literary theme,
where nobody here has experience with.

This is absolutely a sestina.

So the poem can be more
what the poet is saying.

Franco returns to the Opus Dei
technocrats ...

and retracts the Phalangists.

They want to freeze wages and social
limit spending. Not true, Federico?

Manuel does so cool to me.
I do not understand.

He dare not tell you, Jaime,
but...

you are not admitted to the party.

Why not?

It has to do with Comrade Lenin.

What does that make it?

They say that homosexuals
possible ...

could threaten
for the safety of the party.

Fags would rather talk
with the cops ... - Ah, so.

I'm sorry, Jaime.

Orthodox economic conditions.

We need the strikes of workers
to transform political.

Will fail the plan of the government.
- And if it does not?

We are a part
European prosperity ...

at Spanish level.

That is, prosperity
at a low level and miserable.

"Of all the stories in the past,

is that of Spain, the saddest of all.

Because of the poor outcome.

It's like a man tired of fighting
with his inner demons ...

who decided about his poverty
supply the public administration.'

Your mail, sir.

Thank you, Conchita.

"I imagine this government
as a vulgar ...

handmade case
and not as something metaphysical ...

and Spain must and will take off
out of poverty.

There is still time to change the course
to amend its history ...

before the demons carry her.'

Good morning, Mr. Jaime.
- Good morning. This should be washed.

Sorry I'm late.

Have you signed a manifesto
for a number of miners?

Yes.

This is the army,
it's for you.

You must sign urgently
in the barracks of Bruco.

You are demoted.

I think that is an honor.

quickly eat your breakfast.

We have to go.

What are you going to do?

My stripes handing ...

during a public ceremony
at a parade.

As Commander Dreyfus!

Jaime, please.
This is not funny.

A minister has called your father
and asked him many questions.

"May Spain exorcise those demons.

And may exceed the government poverty ...

Sign here.

and the men who
master of their history.'

You can go.

Is that all?
- Is not this enough?

I well remember the end
of war.

My father was crying at the window ...

while the troops of General Yag�e
marched through the streets.

I was terrified.

for me were the happiest
days of my life.

But this was in fact the front line.
- No, that was in Segovia.

We went there often to go, there were many
men with their arms in't connection.

For us children, that was the best
way to get close to the war.

That was long ago, Mr. Jaime.

You seem to be younger by the day,
Austreberto.

Thank you.
- How do you do that?

Along here.

This will find perfect for writing.

Let me see
what you did today.

Here.

Damn, poet has just
a preparation for an exam.

Yes, but poetry does not bring food on the table.

Therefore, I am also a Sunday poet
conscience with Monday.

I spend the rest of the week
in an office ...

with paperwork under my nose.

I am a practical man.
- I'm trying to be.

By taking my writing seriously.

What is'serious' for you?

I want to live
of what I write.

So you think a writer so
must write that the society ...

buys his books?
- Indeed.

Why do your work
released?

To be able to influence others,
I think.

That is an almost Dickensian story.
The doctor told her ...

she could not have children. At the
leaving the clinic she took a taxi ...

and it was my father.
- Unbelievable.

You look wonderful tonight.

Yvonne!
- Thank you.

Excuse.

Thank you.

Who is that?

Marcelino. He says he
One broker in Manhattan ...

but I believe him not.

I think he's a gigolo.

Jaime, who is she?

The Marchioness?
It has a suite at the Wellington.

She gives the wildest parties in Madrid.

No, beside her.

Joaquina ...

that's her companion.

The only normal person here.

Carlos gets excited.

Watch out if he goes
behind his muse to ...

and he devotes one and one
and one love poem to her.

Is that all you have learned
in Oxford?

Jaime is insufferable tonight.
- We all have a drink.

Nothing worse than hypocrisy
a British Iberian ...

consumed by petty passions.
- Carlos ...

Leave it.

What's wrong, Little Red Riding Hood?

Nothing. It's the wine.

I'm always crying.

Would you like something else?

A wolf will eat me.

There's nothing more sexy ...

one woman whose shadow
was erased by her tears.

I cry as much as you want.

The...

The character of Teresa ...

Stunning.

But the boyfriend outside Catalonia
I'm not so convinced.

It's my version
19th century novel.

It is about a man who wants to be somebody,
but for that to conquer a rich girl.

And your girl ...

what they expect from him?

They can amuse themselves
in a different world than hers.

"The King of the feast

He who dances with everyone

He can handle everyone

A prince

Even though he always wears
the same brown suit.

Because deep down he's just
a boy from the neighborhood.'

Here...

A portrait of the Pijoaparte you.

"Rose shirt, jeans.

A defiant attitude
and a smile ...

you win for yourself.

From Murcia.

Smell:. Of a wild cat

So the bastard smells indeed.

Like a wild cat.

Thank you, Jaime.

Come on, boy.

How was your vacation?
- Pleasant.

So you go again
publish a new book?

That's the purpose.

Through a publisher in Mexico.

In Mexico?

By censorship I can here
not printed.

I thought about it ...

to move.

And where do you live?

That will not be so easy.

You know, kid ...

I'm ready for a change.

I'm going to retire early.
- But the tobacco business is your life!

Well ...

It is a moment that more but
difficult to maneuver.

There is need for young blood.

Things change too fast
and I'm too tired for it.

But...
- Jaime.

Two books of poems
in seven years ...

that is not a literary career.

Your future is in this business.

"What's the point,
I wonder ...

to move to another apartment?

In order to leave a basement,
darker than my reputation?

And that is already a lot to say.

To white lace curtains hanging
and a maid in service?

To the Bohemian
lifestyle to give ...

and come to you then.

You, dry stick ...

my embarrassing guest who
dresses so bad in my suits.

You, ignoramus ...

useless idiot ...

with your clean hands ...

that you eat from my plate
and my house soiling.'

Between the shadows
from my past ...

There seems to be a star without redemption.

I could never put my suit ...

along the path of my dreams.

My eyes never looked at ...

down to the ground but always ...

where I lived.'

"I'll go with you to the bars
of the night.

The Pimps, flower sellers ...

dead streets of the small hours.

The yellow-lit elevator,
when you come home drunk.

And look at yourself in the mirror.

Your face is a ruin,
with eyes full of violence ...

who does not want to close.

And when I scold you, you laugh at me.

You remind me of my past ...

and tells me I'm getting old.

I can tell you
you're not funny anymore ...

and you unkempt style
self-confidence are horrible ...

because you do too
30 have already passed.

And you charming
boyish, dreamy smile ...

where everyone needs to fall,
only a sad relic ...

a pathetic farce.

And if you look at me
your Bambi-eyes ...

you begin to weep
and you promise me to do it again.'

'Daydreaming

It's all lies

This lip pretend

if they are full of passion'

"I wish you had not been such a slut.

And I had never realized,
Well as I equally do ...

that you are strong
when I am weak.

And I'm weak
when I'm angry.'

"Your return home fills me
with confusion, panic ...

with worry and dissatisfaction.

And with despair, impatience
and annoyance to want to suffer again ...

But this time
the unforgivable humiliation ...

of excessive intimacy.'

"If a man is condemned to hell ...

I'll take you to my bed
to sleep with you.

At each step dying of impatience ...

opbotsend against the furniture
in the dark ...

we stride across the floor
in an awkward hug ...

staggering Alcohol
and suppressed sobbing.'

'Flower ...

...

evil.'

"It's a noble servitude
in order to keep out of the people.

But it's extremely raunchy
to love yourself.'

Hey, Jaime ...

First the discotheques
and the magazines ...

Boccaccio will show the world
where Barcelona stands for.

Everything comes into it for:

architects, writers, photographers,
actresses, models ...

Which bring anything to life.

Let us now consider our complexes
leave behind.

Next year is here as in London.

Dream on.
In London they have no Franco.

Franco is an old bag. our sole
obligation to him to fight.

And you as the editor ...

you are the biggest dreamer of them all.

We must show the people
that culture can be sexy.

Especially in Madrid.
- Wait a second ...

Madrid culture is not seen
as a way of life ...

but they do have a marquise.
And confidants ...

where the Marquise slept with,
can be decisive.

So show some respect
Castilian Mountains.

Colita!

Come drink with me.

I can not. I'm at work.
- Come on...

Okay, because it's you.

What is it? Am I not pretty enough
for a report?

You're beautiful, as always.
- Lying photographer.

But I wait for the best shot
to be able to make.

Come on, drink it first with me.
- No!

But a friend of mine
would like to meet you.

She is a fascinating woman.
Her name is Bell.

Did you hurt yourself?
- I did this for you.

"To know love,
to understand her ...

you must have been alone.'

"And with 400 different bodies
400 different nights ...

Love earned.'

Of those I love the most.

I wrote that to prove ...

you can be unfaithful,
even though you're madly in love.

You're not going to bed with someone
when you're not in love, are you?

Yes, but I am every night again
madly in love.

What happens when you wake up?

I look at myself in the mirror ...

and the magic ...

disappears.

I sympathize with things
that have been broken.

You restore them or,
but the scars remain visible.

I hate wrinkles.

I wish I had a portrait in the attic
which parent was in my place.

Strange ...
I can not find your lifeline.

Than...

We can not waste time.

Good morning.

What's wrong?

Your father fainted.

What happened?
- Just hypertension.

Nothing serious.

He is tired.

Jaime ...

maybe this is not the right time,
but he would be very happy with it ...

when you took over the business from him.
- No.

No.

I never had the chance to replace
to take over my father.

I am not fit for it.

But you're a brilliant negotiator.

And you know the business.
- I do not care...

You as well and you have the qualifications.

You must apply for it.
- Yes, but I'm not even family.

Is he family?
- Miguel? The son of the telegraph?

Times are changing.

I got married on my 18th.

With an idiot,
just to be away from home.

They are very pretty.

She is Marx's great-granddaughter.

She is afraid that the police finds
and captures her.

Is not that amazing?

A ready-to-porter'- model
and Marx's granddaughter.

What is your design to me?

Divine.
Have you already met Jaime?

No.

But I've heard a lot about you.

Well I'm afraid!

Lots of fun.

You're full of surprises.

You design jewelry,
you have two of kids ...

you know how to fall ...

What can you remember?

Wait ...

I have my rules.

So what?

I'm a vampire.

Hi, princess. How are you?

What are you doing here? I had said
I would pick up the kids.

Keep your nonsense to you, okay?

It's my turn today.
- Not at all.

What is your problem?
- Quiet, please.

Come with daddy, sweetheart.

"Absinthe gives you life
an hour of rest ...

and illuminates the dark principles'
Baudelaire said.

In France they call it:
"La f�e verte, the green fairy.

In many countries it is illegal.

I love what is forbidden.

Police!
- You know what that means. Run!

What is happening?

The Russians.

It's war ...

Where are you from, Corporal?

Toledo, Ohio.

Do you know where Casa Em�lia is?

Second floor.

Thanks man.

Unbelievable.

Are you from Ohio all
to fuck?

There is not his sweetheart behind.

Smart of you, Corporal.

You will probably still Sergeant.

Are you looking for hookers?

Well, we're whores.

The best whores!

It's too crowded here.
- Yes.

We do not need them.

I would like to take care of you.

What are you waiting for?

Well, if there are no more questions ...

then the staff meeting is over.

Good evening.

Jaime ...

Congratulations on your report.

Thanks.

Goodbye, Jaime.

Who here also gets stuck,
should be glad to have you on his side.

I think we need someone
who is young, dynamic ...

with new ideas.

A closer, in other words.

Are you sure, my son?

Yes.

The Council will have to approve it,
but you get all of my support.

Jaime.
- Yes?

There is a young lady
asking for you.

A young lady?
- She says she's your girlfriend.

Not here.
Maybe I'm being watched.

I have to go to court in connection with
custody of the children.

I wonder what kind of evidence
that idiot will emerge.

I do not know, Jaime.
But he is really capable of anything.

Calm down.

I know a couple of very good lawyers.

She's pretty.

And strange.

Susan!

How's our writer?

Hiding himself stuck behind the newspaper.

Not that it makes him cry,
he does everything always be fine.

How are you?

Well, finally
is the blonde in the convertible.

And Pijoaparte?

That does not exist here.
- Advertising also has its rules, Juan.

No one wants poor people. They want to
only beautiful girls from Pedralves.

But this does not come from Pedralves.

She comes from Copenhagen.
- Even better!

With a Viking girl on the cover
is your book driven a hit.

Did I not tell you?

Jaime bring a glass.

You said Pijoaparte not exist here.

There he stands.
You should put him on the cover.

Do not look at him.

Why not? Is he going to hit me?

Gypsies are very special,
certainly for that matter.

A gypsy ...
a gypsy in training.

Another one.

Excuse ...

Are you the poet
Jaime Gil de Biedma?

I am the Secretary General
a business, just like Stalin.

In addition, I have indeed
two books of poems.

And who are you?

I work for a magazine.
I just wanted to talk to you.

You're wasting your time.

'd Rather talk to Garcia Marquez,
He is right on trend.

You do me just
to tell a few gossip.

I am responsible for the section
"Heard of Boccaccio.

And here once well
talk about everyone.

What's your name?
- Enrique.

Well, Enrique, I'll be yours' s
tell you a secret.

Do you know what all these people
come here?

Invent a life for themselves.
That's the only way ...

to the endless dictatorship
to endure.

They all do their best.
For example...

Ricardo Bofill, architect,
is a communist.

He does not know whether he would make a film
with his Italian girlfriend ...

or would buy an Alfa Romeo.

There's another good one.

A person with a lot of class.

Carlos Barral, poet, editor
and captain of the ship.

He walks on Las Ramblas
dressed as a Cuban guerrilla ...

and the police think he's crazy,
So they arrested him.

My character is at least
a true work of art.

But that is not life, that's literature.

Should I compare life again
with literature for you?

In the advantage of the life
or from the literature?

In my case in favor
from the literature. - Always!

Carlos can better gossip
then tell me.

Gossips? Okay, but then literary gossip.
What would you like to know?

I call as witnesses
Mr. Jaime Gil de Biedma y Alba.

The word is the lawyer
Claimant.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Gil de Biedma,
you are the author of the poem:

"A Very Young Independent Woman"?

Yes that's right.

Your Honor, may I have some verses
reading of the poem?

"Today you are,
dressed as a buccaneer

Having six lovers on each arm

Isabel, young Isabel

Stiff sitting on a stool, joyful

Your hair blowing in the wind

presiding over the entertainment

Be careful, young Isabel

Because we are in Spain

Because they are one and the same, idiotic
lovers of you and your beast of a man.'

Mr. Gil de Biedma ...

I must understand here
the child, Isabel, in this poem ...

Woman proposes that those here now
adultery is accused?

Absolutely not.

Isabel in the poem
is completely fictional?

Not fictional, but fictitious,
which is not the same.

Sir, I have a copy here
an interview ...

in which you define yourself as a
"Poet of experience'. In other words...

You vezint nothing but you
merely writes from experience.

Therefore, Your Excellency ...

describe the verses that I just
I read ...

the adulterous lifestyle
the defendant ...

a way of life that absolutely
is inappropriate ...

for a wife
and a mother.

Sir, may I there
add something?

Yes, but you do.

If the girl, Isabel, from the poem ...

the defendant would suggest, it would
her husband, the "beast", this gentleman should be ...

so that we then would also have to
assume that the plaintiff ...

uncultivated...

and possibly would be violent.

And any decent mother
tolerates a wild man.

Not to mention the kids ...
- Dirty Bastard!

Order in the courtroom.

We learn about poetry in school,
did you know?

Really? How?

We read.

Of course. How silly of me.
Do you like it?

Yes.

Tell him why you like it.

I like it because it just his songs,
but without the music.

Come now but from, or later
you're all wrinkled.

Come on!
- I do not want.

Allow me.

Let's go out.

Well, is it so?
Wait's over, you!

The building is 15 years old,
but as you can see ...

it is still in perfect condition.
5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen ...

living room,
and close to everywhere ...

including two parks and two schools.
Do you have any children?

Yes, two.

What is it, Conchita?

Your father is waiting inside for you.

All right, Dad?

The board is waiting for us.

They all have
such accumulated envelope.

If you do not want ...

do not go inside.

The Secretary read the agenda.

"One:revision of the fixed costs
our office in Manila.

Two:the sale of the plantation
in Equatorial Guinea.

Three:renewal of the credit
at Chase Manhattan Bank.

Four:Proposal of the candidates ...

for the position of Director General. "

I'm so sorry, Jaime.

I never thought
that they would go so far.

Any idea who those pictures
has circulated?

No, no idea.

This time I got them
can not stop.

Was it blackmail fund dried up?

I do not understand you.

Listen, Victor ...

I knew you were ambitious ...

but I never thought you ...

was so hateful
and a traitor.

The damage you have my father
inflicted ...

I'll never forgive you.

Sorry, Jaime ...

but I think you're a little
are overwrought.

And you're too calm.

Jaime, you're wrong.
- Listen, imbecile ...

Even if you're sitting on the chair
the next Director-General ...

you will never be one there.

Do you know what you've done?

You've Meler on
None platter.

We'll see.

We'll see.

Go away!

Are you only?

Not another soul in sight ...

What's your name?

Jaime.

Jaime Gil de Biedma.

Call us!

Why are not you dressed?
Have you forgotten our lunch date?

Yeah ... I'm sorry.

Day.
- Bye.

Do you think it would work?

I've been married. I'm here
not good. You want me at home waiting for you?

I'll badger you for sale?
- We can grow old together, Bel.

I will not grow old,
neither do you.

have your own home
and your own boss ...

That life would be your death.

And you and I?
We remain but continue as usual?

Occasionally sleep together?

Is not that enough for you?

"To know love,
to understand her ... "

Look, Bel ...
That tune I have heard.

I want to stay alone.

Is that all you can?
Pay and go?

I throw myself at your feet
and beg you to stay with me.

But I'm with you.

Do not you know?

And I want to just say no to ruin.

Please, stay.

Only rarely grant you, death,
Redemption

But the night when you return,
I'm yours

All yours

Jaime.

Promise me you'll never do this again.

"Your smile reminds me of the pain

There is so much harshness towards me
in your eyes

You comfort me, because at the moment
I'm very close to you

The portion of your death,
I myself attribute

The portion of your death,
I took away my harvest

How can I pay you?

Not even with the part of the living
that we experienced together

How can I know if you can forgive me
I was alone at the crime scene?

How can I sleep
while you lie shivering

The saddest corner
my room?'

I bring you a bottle of whiskey.

Let Jaime not drink too much.
The doctor has forbidden it.

Do not worry.

The title is a bit premature.
Come on, go sign him for me.

They keep calling me.
Everyone thinks you're dead.

I am.

What are you saying?
You are still recovered ...

Drink one with your friends.
- Well...

So much fuss to end
ending up here.

What do you want?

Do you want to leave all the glory
to the new poets?

Why not?

The new poets write only
about Venice, the dumb gondolas ...

and the tomb of the Scipiones.
- Sounds good.

Nobody is in love with reality.

Eventually, the death is
the mother of reality.

Sign that book now but ordinary.

Start again with writing, Jaime.

I'm not the only
who love to read your poems.

Friday we go to the cinema.

The cinema...
- Yes, but quiet.

They play that movie again with Dietrich
and handsome guy from Murcia.

'Morocco'?

I will go.

Mr. Jaime, good morning!

Good morning, Cec�lio.
How is it going here?

I don't ...

Josefa ...

How are you, Josefa?
- Good morning, Mr. Jaime.

No, that do not. Take this.
- Thank you.

Mr. Jaime, we all become
very worried.

Do you know what will happen now?
- You do not have to worry, Josefa.

Everything will be fine.

Come on in.

How was the monsoon?

Jaime!

Can not you smell it?
You feel it in the air.

You know it's coming, but not when.
As a constant threat ...

Like anything in this country.
A whiskey?

No thanks?
- Is it too early for you?

No, too late.
At this hour ...

I prefer opium.

I'm glad your sense of humor
are not lost. That will need you.

We're going to close the factory in Luz�n
and in which Mindanau.

They are very outdated.
Everything goes bad.

From production to distribution.

A senseless waste
resources.

Well, this is a colonial group.
Wastage is part of the legend.

It is no longer colonial group, Jaime.

And no family business.

The world has changed.

But we are still on time
to adapt.

Yes...

These are still on time
able to adapt?

William Arjona, Ricardo Barata, Charlie
de la Cruz ... I know almost all of them.

That's why I called you.

I want you to bend over.

I'm not good at that.

And Anglada?
- That no longer works for us, I fear.

I believe he is engaged now
with photography ...

Jaime, do it how you want.

This is the next, sir.

How you doing, Jaime?
- I am almost finished.

If you continue making, I'll take you anywhere
out to dinner ...

where the food is delicious.

Ah so?
- Yes.

True?
- Close by, in the'Intramuros.

It's fantastic.

Excuse me a moment.

Johnny, what are you doing here?

You have no business here.

They said I in this row
had to sit down.

It's okay ...
I want to stay with my friends.

I do not need your help.

Thank you, Jaime.

"It is not mine, this time

And the true sound of birds
outside in the garden mine

In full abundance
between the small leaves

Me beroerend as lovers

It would not sound the same

I wake up as someone
a lewd breathing hears

The day dawns

And new day begins in which I will not
be invited to one happy moment

I will have no remorse
to the past

Seigneur, give me
the strength and courage

Invite me to sincerely
repentance to come

For I fear nothing
than my own mistakes

I remember living.
But where did it go?'

It is an honor...

to Mr. Jaime Gil de Biedma Alba y ...

for appointment as Honorary Consul
of Philippines in Barcelona.

Congratulations.

For me to write a poem ...

as having a secret.

It's like making love and
orgasm as long as possible.

And that's very difficult.

My poetry is the result
of inventing an identity.

Once the identity has been ...

nothing stimulates the imagination more
than to be who you are.

In addition, the maturity is
a crazy time in life ...

where nothing happens intimate,
unless the headache you get.

And paradoxically, life begins
alarmingly brief look ...

because you make all day care
to your fear of death.

Excuse me a moment.

Jaime, please ...
- Yes?

Would you like to sign here?
- Of course. What's your name?

Benjamin.

You had to look to see which young poets ...
If they see God got!

They are young and very easy
to impress.

You know my assistant already?

Less than I would like.

Did you read the column Sagarra?

No.

"The idea of ??Tusquet Editores
last night at the Price ...

was accompanied by all
Gauche Divine.'

What do you think of that name?
- A good label's future.

That said, the Tele-Express also.

I want to do a photo shoot with you ...

with you as one of the principal members
the Gauche Divine.

With "links" I do not have to do much more
and "divine" not at all.

Shall I take off my jacket?
- Yes please.

I do the photo shoot
on one condition...

You really do not mind
I do it?

Colita knows me inside and out.

Damn, what are you like my father.

That's a good start.

Well, I did not say that you are old.

I've only known him young.

What is it?
Do you feel old?

Old and vulnerable.

Jeez ...

You have money, people listen
at you, they love you ...

Disappearing and then leave me alone.

No profile pictures.
Then you see my double chin.

Your problem is that no one ever
proper care taken of you.

You, Gypsies, are so smart, huh?

Who says I'm a gypsy?
- Listen...

You and I would take our time
not have to waste ...

Because the next time we see each other
I might be too old.

Well, will you then turn aside?

Was this your first time?

Yes.

Do not lie so fast to me.

It was the first time I felt something.

Pleasure? Love?

Yes...

Yes what?
- Yeah ...

Tell me something about yourself.

What more do you want to know?

Damn!

If I'm late, they take me off.

Have you been a soldier?

In Galicia, as a Second Lieutenant.

So give back ...

and present your rifle.

Take a taxi.
- So much?

Should I buy one?
- Take this.

I see you back yet?
- Quickly.

I leave my stuff here.

Well...

Can I maybe borrow some money from you
to buy a motorcycle?

We are unable to see a landscape
unless literary.

Unspoiled nature, which does not exist.

Would you like to leave nature alone?

Nature is what literature is.

Maybe it's just reality.
- That is the same.

Nature evokes a reality that
is the same as them, but the reality ...

which changes.

The word probably comes
of the Counter-Reformation.

No, it comes from the 19th century.

Only after Kant and Newton, when the
religious worldview disappeared ...

was the concept of reality
accepted.

Is it true that you're a photographer?

Yes, but I stopped.
I found the people do not like it.

Why not?

Too many fags.

Are you saying what sailors in the bars?
- No.

That you've become consul.

Yes, Honorary Consul of the Philippines
in Barcelona.

What does that mean?
- No idea.

So far, I felt rather
The Consul of Sodom.

Where is Sodom?

Sodom is everywhere, baby.

Are you a consul?
- No.

Toni is a prince.

How romantic ...

I would like to be a princess.
- That's you, girl.

The most beautiful princess
the Mare Nostrum.

Feel like dancing, Your Majesty?

"What do you want now, youth,

Cheeky lust of life?

What brings you to the beach?

We, the elders, were satisfied

So you passed
to injure us

And our our most feared,
make impossible dreams relive

You come here so rumble
in our imagination

Hope you like it here,
because this is our new home.

Not here!

What is it?
I do not eat like your friends?

I do not know how to eat my friends.
I'll watch it next time.

I bring you embarrassed, huh?

Huge.

I blush all the time.

Jaime ...

Show me you how to do it?
- What?

Teach me how to dress ...

use any perfume ...

It is important to me.

Okay ...

If you insist.

Iranzo always cut my hair.

Although there are now more modern
styles exist.

When you can do
a razor blade may be used.

let me make my tackle
in Santa Eulalia ...

but I give them the substance itself.
I get in Hong Kong.

My shoes? It depends on.

At Sebaga go shoe sizes up
with half sizes, such as in America.

But who can resist the feeling
Lotus leather?

My perfume, not too sweet ...

and not too much alcohol.

I use Eau Sauvage, but ...

something like Dandy Parera
better suits you.

Rioja is a classic.

The wines of Valladolid
have not really broken through.

Remember, Toni:

The future is in the Duero wines.

Stick your nose out of there.

Tell me, you're here, do me, huh?

What are you looking at?

What is that one cretin?
It's green for him.

Come on, man, cross over!

Dad ...

Where are you going?

What are you doing here?
Dad, it's me, Jaime.

I gotta get to work.
I want to be there first.

Mama said you tomorrow
go to Segovia.

That will do you much good.

Come on.

Come here, Adonis.

Here.

If you do not like, sorry then.
I can not change it anymore.

Come here.

You mentioned'exchange'.

Also good. Open it now.

You had this really should not have.

Beautiful.

Time is all I ask of you.

Do you love me?

Quiet, Luis, please.

Mom has enough apart.

not make her more upset.

Mr. Jaime ...

My dear friend.

Where were you?

He has until the bitter end
asked about you.

He's there.

Go to him, boy.

What are you doing?

"I thank you, Father, that you me
the trust you have given ...

which your death ENTERED us
has been created.

You can give me anything.

I can give you nothing.

That's why you understand me so well.'

Dead dogs do not bite.

A toast to our host.

Jaime Gil de Biedma.

Health!

Francisco Franco Bahamonde.

Death!

I do not drink
on the death of Franco.

I do not know why I would toast
on a dead to be buried.

We women were him
but eagerly buried.

Shut up. You have always
Virginia Woolf had behind your cunt.

Word now does not vulgar.
- Other topic, okay?

All that talk about Franco
might bring him back to life.

I found the subject so bad.

The problem is that you want it all:

money...

a clear conscience ...

Why do not you admit
you all right there?

I have no problem with that.

I'm right.

I want a nice car,
a nice house...

I want to be rich.
I'm right.

You, asshole.

This guy has his conscription
fulfilled, and that ...

has left its traces.

The oven does not work properly.
I've already told him ...

but he will not listen to me.

It still smells good. You are a
great cook. Is everything okay with you?

What has to offer the kitchen?

The most beautiful lady of the party.

Ahead.

Are you angry now, my soldier?

What are you doing?
Can not you see I'm busy with the food?

Then it's the food,
then the ironing ...

then it was the ...
- Bugger off!

Do not give me advice,
wise I prefer the right way.

Where is the ice?

Tell me, Juan ...

What would have happened if Teresa ...

had married Pijoaparte?

Then he had beaten her death.

not provoke him, Jaime.

I believe that with democracy ...

creating a modern, new state,
but at the wrong time.

And that nothing ...

Nothing can make us younger.

However, Jaime, everyone is looking forward
to your comeback as a poet.

I have already said
I have to say.

And that's it, boys.

Three short poems ...

which fit into a single volume.

But...
- Shut up about it.

With each unwritten book
He is even more famous.

I suggest we
found a new religion.

My God, no! I still have
trauma of Catholicism.

Do not worry.
In my religion, the faithful will ...

'S meet in the evening
to drink together ...

and forget the shame of the day.

Everything is love and poetry.

One translation:there is more fucked.
We drink up, gentlemen!

Health.
- Health!

It's snowing.
- We had not even noticed!

Take care, Jaime.
- You too.

The end of an era.

Goodbye, Jaime!

And she?

Why do not they leave?

They are here riveted.

We have a bad poem.

Since we do not do it for the money,
will anyone criticizing us.

You think I never get criticism
as a poet?

No no no...

You're a tutti-frutti poet.

Under the zenital limes

Was maintain my joy
by strawberries

And by eating plums ...

What does your family?

Do not like poetry?

I'm not as smart as your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

Who is he?

A special friend.

That's you do too, right?
- No.

I'm his slave.

His slave?

But he does not treat you badly?

Slaves also hear no evil
to be treated.

Just as slaves, that's all.

Ah so?

How slaves should then treated
to become?

So?

Or so?

You had planned!

What are you doing?

What is it?
- Stay away from him!

What are you doing, beast?
Stop!

If you hit me one more time,
it is known from us.

We go.
- Out!

What's the matter?

Out!
- Okay okay...

Wow ...

Just now I have found a rule
without fruit.

You think this is funny?
- I find it horrible.

Where the hell are you doing?

Who do you think you are to people
my house to throw out?

Our house!
- Yes?

The Earl and Countess of Ultramort?

Do not treat me as a fagot!
- No?

How should I treat you?

Like a gypsy?
- Say that again ...

Well, well ... small, dirty gypsy
is angry.

Those who would provide for me.

Go away!

Fuck out of my house!

Where have you laughing at?

To Pijoaparte.

Take the car keys.

And go.

We have to take life seriously,
we understand only afterwards.

Like all young men ...

I was going to change the world.

I would leave my mark ...

and retire during the applause.

Ageing, dying,
it was an issue ...

of the size of the theater.

But the time has passed ...

and now I see the less pleasant truth:

Getting older, die ...

it's the only complication
of the document.

You can not stand here waiting.
still sit in the audience.

Or wait for me in the bar.
- Okay.

Why have you caused
left ...

and your horses, white as snow ...

to walk through these dark place
accompanied by a barbarian?

Wait, Pep.

I do not know what's wrong with you, Pep.

You're a good actor, okay?

Okay. From now on,
if you come here ...

do me a favor and let
you fucking personal problems ...

back in the locker room.

I want to quit, Jaime.

Well, I do not know what I want.

Did you gain no experience
in Los Angeles or New York?

Do you think not talking out of my head?
- No, no, Pep.

It's what you want.
What you want.

What are you doing?

Look, Jaime, you can not always account
keep up with the others.

If I want to kiss you on the street,
I do so. Period.

Yes, but remember that I
death to my mother ...

'm not a fag.

Well, come on.

CONSUL OF SODOM

Maybe it's that new virus
which is sexually transmitted, AIDS.

That virus that homosexuals
occurs?

Yes, Kaposi's sarcoma is a disease
resulting from that virus.

We may request additional analyzes ...

but that really does not make much sense.

I advise you to Paris
or go to New York.

Then to Paris. It is not
's disease, referred to as the love?

If I can, I go to
the Hotel des Invalides.

Will I lose my mental capacity?

Yes, that's possible.

Do you have family?

Someone who you are after?

Yes.

I want to be disturbed.

What's wrong?

I have Kaposi's cancer.

I do not want you this
has to go through, Pep.

I have to die on my own.

I leave you not alone.

I'll take care of you.

And who will take care of you
if you are sick?

That's the future.
Maybe there is a drug.

Have you ever taken the time
to look at swans ...

with their exaggerated long necks?

They seem almost monsters.

But only if you have the time.

So was Bel ...

Incredibly beautiful.

They burst of energy ...

And she had a tragic aura
and a clownish side.

She always had.

On how many I would
have passed?

No, you should not think about.

The past does not matter now.

Life can be so short ...

and completely so that a minute,
if I allow it and you let it ...

goes by faster
or may take longer.

Sometimes life is richer ...

and invites us together
in its palace during the week ...

or occasionally on Sundays.

It is that life can be
counted in units of love ...

so small that they are forgotten
among all the ...

among the confusion.

Sometimes life is so small ...

and so intense,
as you like it.

Even the pain that you do to me ...

brings a different meaning
to being here on earth.

Life, you see,
we are ...

able to the most extreme harm.

'Cause love one another is a punishment ...

and living together a void.

I thought so.

Love Poems.

Rest assured, there can still grow out.

Do not listen to me.

Deep down, I envy you.

There is only one way
to experience poetry.

And that's when you're young.

Write about love ...

or your frustrations.
But write.

Jaime.
- Yes.

They're waiting for us.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Pep ...
- Yes?

After dinner...

I want to lose me
in the dark of night.

Only.

And now?

Now nothing.

Jaime Gil de Biedma died
at his home in Barcelona.