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MARIA CANDELARIA

A love tragedy torn from an indigenous corner of Mexico.

Xochimilco, 1909.

Do you see?

Painting a portrait is not as difficult as people imagine.

Master, in what subjects do you find inspiration?

I dont paint subjects.

I paint my life.

And what I see.

Mexico.

I heard somewhere, master,

About a picture you have never wanted to sell.

Could you tell us why?

There are many pictures that I didn't want to sell.

No, sir.

This one is very special.

It's a nude portrait of a very beautiful indian woman.

that you painted years ago.

Excuse me, master.

But I'm writing your biography.

I have a fantasy of writing a great book.

However,

it would be incomplete

if you dont reveal the mystery of this chapter of your life.

Let's talk another day.

Now I need to be alone.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon.

See you tomorrow, sir.

With your permission.

Good aftenoon, master.

I beg your pardon, master.

Are you still here?

I already said I don't have nothing more to add.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Yes, you bothered me, and you keep bothering me.

Wait.

I don't know why you journalists believe, that

you have the right to meddle in other people's lives.

The world likes to know what the great men did, master.

Besides that,

everyone knows that this picture exists.

Everyone talks about it, in Mexico and abroad.

And for my book,

it is essential that you to talk about it.

Look, miss.

There are things, that you just touch

and they bleed.

Do you understand?

This is one of them.

Many years have passed since I painted this picture.

I can think about it, only with horror.

Because it was the cause of a tragedy.

There are times when life uses us as instruments of others' misfortune.

You know that us, painters,

we always dream of finding

the materialization of what we carry within us.

Of course, nearly nobody finds it.

I had the privilege of finding it.

And it would have been better to never have been found.

Come here.

What a beautiful woman!

Who is she?

An Indian woman of pure, mexican race.

As you can see,

this native has the beauty of the ancient princesses,

that the conquerors came to oppress.

She was a daughter of a prostitute,

who was murdered by her own people.

Her life has always been tarnished because of her mother,

like some kind of a curse.

Her people always kept her isolated.

Like a wild animal.

There is something in this story

so terrible and sweet at the same time

that I haven't been yet able to forget.

And it still weighs on me despite all this time.

She lived nearby.

In Xochimilco.

In a garden surrounded by flowers.

Her name was

Maria Candelária!

Maria Candelária!

Maria Candelária!

What do you want?

Don't thank me for coming.

My boss sent me.

He can't wait any longer.

He wants you pay your debt.

He said that I could pay with flowers.

He said.

But what Mr. Damian want is his money.

He's spiteful.

You ignored him.

How much do I owe?

Here is the bill.

Butter: 3,20 pesos.

Molasses: 2,18 pesos.

Coffee: 1,20 pesos.

Soap: 6 pesos.

Candles: 2,50 pesos. Total.

Total?

Total: 15,08 pesos.

And the boss told me to tell you that

you have until tomorrow to pay.

And if you don't pay, he will take your sow.

You dont have 15,08 pesos?

With the flowers you sold, there should be a lot more.

You know that the people of the city don't let me sell them.

That was before. But I think they have changed.

After what the priest has been saying.

Damn it.

All of this because of your mother.

Well, it's not that I believe it,

but that's what they say.

It hurts me deeply, Maria Candelária.

Because I'm a friend of Lorenzo Rafael.

And I know that he loves you.

You better fight and try to pay Mr. Damian.

No.

No. He will not take my little pig.

First I'm going to sell flowers.

Whatever happens.

I have my flowers to offer

It's the voice of Maria Candelária?

It's her.

How dare she come and sell flowers? We will make it stop.

My flowers that opened at dawn

Maria Candelária!

Go back to your floating garden.

I told you to go back.

Look for whom you have left me.

Maria Candelária will bring you bad luck.

You will be very unhappy.

Because she is not a good woman.

Like mother, like daughter.

Just remember who her mother was.

You will pay for it.

Why do you go out and sell flowers?

Mr. Damian wants me to pay him.

Or he will take the sow.

You aren't angry with me for what happened?

- Are you? - Not angry.

But I don't want people to insult you anymore.

You know, Maria Candelária. It would be better to get out of here.

To Santa Anita, Iztacalco or further on.

Where nobody knows us.

Where we can live in peace.

And what about our gardens?

And our flowers?

We were both born here.

And we always lived here.

This is our land.

See how dark it is.

And how soft it is.

How can we leave?

The townspeople don't want you here.

and Mr. Damian doesn't want me.

No, they don't like us.

But out there is worse.

What hurts me most is that because of me ...

the people of the city are angry with you, too.

I will never leave you, Maria Candelária.

How much do you owe to Mr. Damian?

15,08 pesos.

We have to pay it, that cannot go on like this.

- With the piglet? - No, not the piglet.

It's all that we have at the moment.

We will get married thanks to her.

I'm going to see Mr. Damian and ask

if we can pay with my vegetables.

May God hear you.

My vegetables are worth more than anything we owe him.

My little virgin!

What brings you here?

I deserve Rafael Lorenzo more than you do.

It's not my fault you are what you are.

Come on, hurry up.

Good morning, Mr. Damian.

Good morning to you, doctor.

Here is the quinine for the whole week.

Do people answer you?

Not many.

But I already told them to come and get your quinine,

and I myself will convince them to take it here.

These damned Indians are like the devil.

And if I don't do it this way, they throw the medicine away.

Was there more malaria?

Few cases, doctor.

Some kicked the bucket.

It is strange, that it is the female mosquito who bites

and makes people sick.

Strange? Why?

Women are the root of all evil.

Oh, doctor.

Well, see you, Mr. Damian.

Make sure all of these bums take their quinine.

I will give it to them myself.

It's true, women are the root of all evil.

Go ahead, go ahead.

I'll talk to him, it may work.

Thank you very much, José Afonso.

Lorenzo Rafael is there, loaded with vegetables.

He wants to talk to you, he has problems.

Have a nice day, Mr. Damian.

Have a nice day, Mr. Damian.

José Afonso.

Bring some water for the Indians.

I wanted to ask you, boss ...

Ei.

Come and take your quinine. Line up.

Come on, next.

This starving Indian has no shame.

After robbing me of the woman I liked the most, he comes to bother me.

Who does he think he is?

Here.

Did you see mr. Damian?

I'll have to go somewhere else, far away

to sell my vegetables.

I'll go with you, I do not want to stay alone.

You are better off alone.

You know, people outside never had respect for us.

They are abusing you because you're beautiful.

The problem is that, only they buy our flowers.

I do not want to be alone.

If you want, I will cover my face with mud

so that no one looks at me and we can go together.

Let's go then.

I will get the flowers, the most beautiful ones.

If God wills, we'll sell them all.

Flowers of Xochimilco, mister.

How much do you want for all of them?

All of them?

Yes, all of them.

Well...

Three reals, sir.

Listen.

Do you want some pesos?

I'm a painter and I want paint your wife.

José Maria, follow these two and see where they live.

Hurry, they are leaving. Leave it here, I'll take care of it.

I can't leave my pots here.

You are so suspicious.

Here. Follow them, go ahead. Quickly.

This is the model that I was looking for.

The Virgin will not allow them to take you away from us.

I will make tortillas.

I'm not hungry.

See you tomorrow.

It's all right.

- Good afternoon, Father. - Good afternoon, Lorenzo Rafael.

What a miracle that you came here.

How is Maria Candelária?

Good, father.

I came to pray to the Virgin to help us,

so we dont lose the sow.

And so we can get married.

She will help you, Lorenzo Rafael, she will help you.

But, why would you lose the pig?

Because...

...we owe to mr. Damian.

He doesn't want vegetables, nor flowers.

He wants money.

Well, well.

So, when will I marry you?

Well, the sow is still young.

We are hoping that she grows up and has her piglets.

So that we can sell them.

This is a long way off.

Yes, father.

But only then can I buy a new dress for Maria Candelária,

and have her hand.

Well, say a rosary.

And don't forget tomorrow is a day of the blessing for the animals.

Tell Maria Candelária to come to the church with you

and bring the pig so that she has a big litter,

so you can buy the new dress for the day I marry you.

The moon is beautiful.

And so big.

It looks like a white poppy.

Where did you go?

To the church.

I was very sad.

You are not anymore?

No.

Father told me some good things .

He asked me about you.

He wants you to take the sow

tomorrow for the blessing of animals.

He said I could go with everyone?

Yes, Maria Candelária.

And if he said that,

he must have his reasons.

I think so.

I wanted the priest to get it out of their heads.

It would be nice to live at peace with the inhabitants of the city.

To treat them like brothers,

and not like wild animals.

It must be beautiful

to be greeted on the street

and to have friends to talk to.

And they smile at you,

when they see you pass.

You don't want to go for a walk, like every full moon?

It's all right.

How good there exist full-moon nights, so we can traverse them.

What would I do without Lorenzo Rafael?

Do you love me so much, Lorenzo Rafael?

Yes, you love me very much.

- José Afonso. - Yes, boss?

- Maria Candelária already paid you? - Not yet, boss.

With what? If the poor thing is broke.

She has to pay me, even if it's with the pig.

Let's go get it

Let us go to bless her with the father

So that it grows fast and has many piglets.

and we can get married.

BLESSING OF ANIMALS

Maria Candelária came to bring us bad luck.

What do you do here? At church.

She came to curse our animals.

If she comes, the blessing won't do any good.

- Our animals will die. - Yes.

Now that the priest is not here, let's throw her out

What is happening?

And you, get down here.

I'm coming down, father

but her mother was a bad woman.

So she is also stained.

I order you to come down.

Maria Candelária, come here.

I see that my words are useless.

This is the House of God. Insulting someone here,

is like spitting into the holy water,

or stepping on the wings of angels.

You accuse this woman, but who accuses you?

Because you, all of you,

murdered the mother of Maria Candelária

accusing her of bringing shame on this city

with her bad behaviour.

That poor woman did sin.

But remember that our Lord punishes

and you all have children.

We all knew this woman's mother.

And her story should hurt us deeply,

because, despite her faults,

sinner and all, she has already been judged by God.

Nobody has the right to offend her daughter,

who has been for years accepting humiliation in silence.

A mother is a mother.

And I want you all to respect

Maria Candelária.

Thank you very much, father.

I did not accuse her, sir.

I did not accuse her.

One should never accuse anyone.

Now, let's bless the animals.

Is this the pig?

- Yes, father. - How cute is this little animal!

Forgive her, Father. It is scared among so many people.

So, you couldn't pay me.

I am collecting now.

José Afonso, take the sow.

Mr. Damian is a heretic.

He wants to take the sow after she was blessed.

That woman owes me money, I came to collect.

We can only pay with flowers and vegetables,

but he doesn't want to accept them, father.

How much do they owe?

15,08 pesos.

It should be more for the delay.

But I will leave it at that.

Don't set your foot here again

when you're collecting money.

Understood? Go away.

God willing, as soon as I can,

I'll pay you your money. So you can sleep in peace.

Don't pay, father.

Cast her out like Jesus did with street vendors.

You must sew your mouth.

And you children

take the sow and may God be with you.

Thank you, Father.

This shameless Indian will pay for it.

What a luck.

You have neither the girl or the pig, sir.

Just like that man who wanted an Indian girl.

That in despair sent her to the devil:

"You talk a lot but never do anything ".

That's it.

Oh, sir Damian. That's the secret.

You said you were so powerful, and what happened?

When would I ever let a dirty Indian to insult me?

To top it up, she is the daughter of one... you know.

Let's go.

You are cursed, sir. Damian.

Everybody out!

They say that the truth is bitter.

But let us not play the fools.

You and I are outraged.

Or not?

I'm a woman, I will do it my way,

even if it means killing someone.

Starting with the pig.

So they don't get married.

- What are you looking at, primitive? - Nothing, boss.

- Give me a rifle. - Yes, boss.

Follow me.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

My whole body hurts, as if

someone had beaten me up.

- It's nothing, let's go. - No.

Not you.

You are not well.

I can see it in your eyes.

Get some medicine, rub on the body.

If you are not well until tomorrow,

I will bring a shaman to heal you.

It is OK.

Do not worry about me.

And take care of yourself, Lorenzo Rafael.

Jesus, Maria, José.

My piggy.

They killed her.

Now we can never get married.

It was Mr. Damian, no one but him.

But since he is the boss,

they can do it.

What happened?

It must be the fever.

I will bring the shaman.

I'm sure it's the fever.

But you know that I can not go.

If people see me in the city they will attack me.

Wait until nightfall, then I will find a way.

She is very sick.

Only you can cure it.

Are you giving her quinine?

No, sir Damian doesn't want to give us any.

But it is not his.

The government provides it

to be administered to everyone.

Go and ask him

if you don't want Maria Candelária to die. Go ahead.

Let me see if anyone saw you come here.

Nobody, thank God.

Go ahead, hurry up. Bring the quinine.

One more step and I will kill you.

I'm not here to argue, sir.

Maria Candelária is very sick.

This is not true.

Get out of here.

I swear by the Virgin that I'm not lying, Mr. Damian.

The shaman said that only quinine can save her.

Here is the pig to pay you.

Please give me our part of the quinine.

There's nothing here for you.

José Afonso!

Yes, boss.

Take that bastard out of here or I'll kill him.

Take him.

Go away, Lorenzo Rafael, he will kill you.

All right.

Take it, and tell mr. Damian that Maria Candelária owes him nothing.

- Who is it? - It me, José Afonso.

Why did you accept the pig?

She must be poisoned, it did not come with good intentions.

- What should I do with it? - Bury it.

Dogs can get sick.

Wait.

I will close the store for a few days.

I'm going to Xochimilco.

Why this shameless Indian will come back

and take me by surprise.

All Indians are treacherous.

Yes, boss.

This is her hut.

I told you that Maria Candelária does not speak to anyone.

Nobody talks to her,

you already know why.

Maria Candelária!

Maria Candelária!

- What happened? Are you sick? - What do you want?

Go away.

I did not know that you were sick.

I came because I want to paint you.

But let's leave that for another time.

What do you need?

Maria Candelária!

Where are you going?

Maria Candelária, do not run.

Do not run. I did not come to do you harm.

I just want to talk.

I won't hurt you, creature.

Don't get wet.

You can stay, I'm leaving.

Lorenzo Rafael.

Look how beautiful are the poppies from my garden.

They look like small moons.

See how they descend from the sky.

Why are we so poor?

The pig.

The pig.

No, don't let him take her.

No, don't let him take her.

Ela é como se fosse

She's like our family.

Dear God.

Dear God, why?

Why there is no water?

The channels have dried up.

All animals in the city are dying.

Just like the pig.

Lorenzo Rafael.

The gardens are burning,

and the flames are coming here. Let's go.

Let's go.

Lorenzo Rafael.

You are everything I have in the world.

Don't go without me, Do not leave me alone.

Do not leave me alone.

Mother, dear mother.

The pig that Lorenzo Rafael gave to me on my birthday ...

She was so...

small.

It fit in the palm of the hand.

Look what I brought you, Maria Candelária.

A dress so I can ask for your hand. Now you have to be well.

Holy Virgin of Guadalupe.

I offer you my life

in exchange for hers.

It's all I have.

Heal her.

And let my will be yours

I'm the doctor who came to take care of the patient.

But we cannot afford it.

No problem.

The painter sent me.

When did the fever start?

The chills started yesterday, doctor.

Are you giving her the quinine?

I just brought it.

She just took a pill.

I am running risking to be seen

and they already brought another one.

Listen to me, Lorenzo Rafael.

If this man is a medical doctor and touches Maria Candelária,

I will not be responsible for her salvation,

and the Virgin will punish you.

Are you a doctor?

Don't insult me. I am a healer.

With the grace of God I healed

all the sick people in the city.

Oh, yes.

An osteopath.

Do not call me that.

I said that I am a healer.

I warned. If this charlatan here

touches Maria Candelária,

I won't be responsible if she dies.

Do not go. I beg you, don't go.

Look, miss healer

Let's do something.

This creature is very sick, let's heal her together.

Allow me to give her an injection,

and then I leave her in your hands.

No way.

First I will break your bones.

So you think I'm a mule. With all these things that you brought.

When a mule doesn't move, there are no spurs that will move it.

How long will it take?

A little.

Please hurry up, madam.

Wait outside.

But why, miss healer?

What why? Don't you know that I have to rub her whole body?

Get out quick.

because I don't have time to heat the ointment.

All right, all right.

Let's go outside.

Maria Candelária was healed.

He went to ask for her hand, as they said.

Maria Candelária was happy with her new dress.

Take him. He's the thief.

Just a minute.

Once again desecrating the house of the Lord.

What is wrong?

Today when I returned to the village,

I found out that this Indian broke into my store.

This time, he will go

to jail like a bandit should.

Is not true, it is not true, Father.

Lorenzo Rafael is not capable of robbing anyone.

You know him, Father.

Oh no? And that dress that you are wearing?

The dress.

It's your dress to get married.

And the medicines?

And the money?

Not money, father.

I took the medicine

for Maria Candelária who was sick.

For the love of God, Don Damian, don't take him away.

Help us, Father.

I will return the dress and the medicine he stole.

But don't let them take him.

What are you waiting for? Move!

Lorenzo Rafael, Lorenzo Rafael, no!

Father!

Please take care of her.

Cry, put it out.

We should not keep despair inside.

I can't bear my cross anymore, father

I feel like screaming,

scream until my throat is dry,

or God, our Lord hears me.

And you?

Why can't you hear me?

What did we do to be punished like two criminals?

We loved each other, we were poor?

You never look at us.

To everyone else, however,

you listen,

and help them and extend your hands to support them.

With us, you are tough, you are bad.

Maria Candelária!

Don't talk to the Virgin like that.

You are stabbing her heart again.

Look, see how her eyes are crying.

No.

No.

I do not want to hurt the Virgin.

It was despair, father.

It was despair.

Forgive me, Blessed Mother of Jesus.

I know that you are very busy.

There are so many of us who ask you things all the time.

I am so small.

I'm so behind everyone else,

that probably it's not my turn yet,

to be heard.

Tell her to

forgive me for everything I said.

I didn't mean to offend her.

How could I want to offend her, Father?

Quando eu era pequena

my mother taught me how to see the light in things.

Tell her

that I will not complain again.

And to do with us

what she wants.

Lorenzo Rafael.

And you?

Yes, sir.

I'll give you ...

one year in prison.

I didn't steal a penny, sir.

Only the medicine

and the dress.

For...

For Maria Candelária.

And the money that I had in the drawer?

Shameless Indian.

One year in prison.

Arrest him.

Another one.

Bathe him.

Stay quiet.

- He looks like a thief. - Shut up.

This is not Xochimilco.

Hey, a cigarette.

Let me see him, sir.

I can't

I brought the dress and the medicine.

so you can let him go.

He was tried.

The crime must be punished.

Get your things, go. It can get worse.

My God, what should I do?

Do you want an advice?

You better find a lawyer.

One of those who talk a lot.

Or speak to Mr Damian to drop the charges.

No. Not him.

Come on, I said that you can't see him.

Let's go.

For the thousandth time, stop pestering.

Let's eat in peace.

You too, what are you waiting for?

Don't waste you time with women.

No, man.

Didn't I tell you?

That you would bring bad luck to Lorenzo Rafael.

Well, you already did.

You had to stay what you are.

This is a time to prove that

you are a real woman.

Make Mr Damian forgive

Lorenzo Rafael.

Didn't you say you love him?

Buy flowers!

Buy flowers!

What do you want?

I want to see the man who paints.

Here is the paper that he left in my hut.

He's in Mexico City.

Will he come back?

I do not know.

He may come back tomorrow.

I'll wait outside,

with your permission.

Maria Candelária.

- Sir. - What is it?

They put him in jail.

- Who? - Lorenzo Rafael.

But, why?

Because he stole the medicine that would heal me.

Only you can help us.

Well, let's go.

No, gentlemen.

I'm sorry.

The judge is on vacation.

I think he went hunting.

I was trying to do something,

but I am poor and I can't pay the bail.

Look at the bail amount, Mr Secretary.

I will pay.

It is for Lorenzo Rafael to leave right now.

I'm sorry, sir.

Only the judge can set bail.

Ten days will fly by.

Maria Candelária.

Come here.

So,

at least, let this girl see him.

Of course, she can see him.

She can even bring him food, if she wants.

I believe that the prisoner

hasn't eaten since he arrived.

Hey, you.

Take these men and the Indian to the prisoner in cell 30.

Almighty heaven, I knew you were coming ...

Lorenzo Rafael.

Maria Candelária.

- Lorenzo Rafael. - Maria Candelária.

You will be leaving in ten days.

They promised the priest.

Maria Candelária.

I was not able to sleep since they caught you.

Just thinking about how lonely and sad

you must be here.

Don't cry, Maria Candelária.

Or I cannot handle it.

I am not crying, Lorenzo Rafael.

Look at me.

You see? I'm not crying anymore.

As soon as I leave

we will see the priest to give us his blessing.

He has just blessed us.

We're almost married.

So,

do you forgive me for what I did?

Forgive you?

You know that I love you more

than myself.

Poor thing. You should see how good she is.

Look, father.

It is not an exaggeration to say that in Maria Candelária

I found everything I was looking for.

I paint Indians, as you know.

And since I saw her,

I felt in her what, must have been, in the past,

that delicate race.

Emotional and wonderful.

For me, it is like

the essence of true Mexican beauty.

I understand perfectly.

I'll try to convince Lorenzo Rafael.

We are very good friends.

Me too, sometimes, I paint my portraits.

I am only a newbie, you know.

Altarpieces for believers,

that take us to church with devotion.

And for me it's a great happiness.

I charge for the painting.

May God forgive me.

Thank you very much, Father.

Don't thank me.

Thank this gentleman who managed for Maria Candelária to see you.

Thank you very much, sir.

You are the one who sent the doctor, right?

Yes, it was me.

We were thinking about thanking you after we get married.

But it was not possible.

I didn't steal the money, Father.

Only the medicine.

And the dress for Maria Candelária.

To get married.

I've already returned everything, Lorenzo Rafael.

I don't disapprove of you, son.

I am hurt because of what happened.

Do not worry.

You will have to stay for a few days, because the judge is not there,

but we’ll get you out.

May God pay you, sir.

Why didn't you eat?

Maria Candelária will bring your food every day.

I'm going back to my garden

to start making some tortillas.

It won't be long.

Take these centavos.

Pay me back when you can.

No, sir.

Not money.

In the garden we always have corn and beans.

Thank you very much, Father Thank you.

I'll be right back.

May God be with you.

Shut up.

Stay quiet.

Look, Lorenzo Rafael.

He is a painter, and is interested in you a lot.

Yesterday Maria Candelária talked to him.

I said that she could go see him.

I was always interested in the Indians.

Everybody knows me in Xochimilco.

They committed many abuses against you.

It is natural that you are wary of strangers.

I'm telling you this because

since I saw you on the market,

and I asked to paint Maria Candelária,

I noticed your distrust.

I wish you had listened to me.

None of this would have happened.

Isn't that right, Father?

If he wants to paint Maria Candelária,

I do not see anything wrong with that.

It's like any other kind of work. Honestly.

It is a distinction that he wants to paint her.

I don't want to paint just her.

You too.

Me whenever you please, Father.

Especially because he was so kind to us.

But as for Maria Candelária,

well,

I prefer not.

Maria Candelária.

Look at me.

Lupe.

I do not know how to talk to her.

I'm afraid that she refuses.

However, there is no other way to finish painting.

I think I can convince her, master.

You will see.

Come, beautiful.

I will show you something.

It's me?

Is it not?

Yes.

But she is broken.

Well, it lacks the body.

The master has to paint it.

He's just getting started.

Come on. Let's go.

Do not worry.

You are very beautiful.

But only without clothes you can be as beautiful as you are.

There's nothing wrong Maria Candelária.

No.

Creature!

Hey!

Don't go!

Maria Candelária.

She's gone, master.

I was almost sure that this was going to happen.

The natives are like that.

And that’s why her virtue was not touched

neither by money, nor by civilization.

But you have to finish painting, master.

The face is already there

and you drew the rest.

My body looks like hers, master.

If you want, I can.

All right.

Let's start, then.

The Flowers of Xochimilco

- Good morning, dear. - Good morning.

- What news do you bring? - None.

In Xochimilco everything is the same, and here?.

See if you recognize this painting.

Holy Mother of Christ!

Maria Candelária.

Naked.

Here it is

I was not lying.

There is no way to get around this.

It is Maria Candelária.

A shame for the people of Xochimilco!

We'll throw her out of the garden. She is just like her mother.

Yes.

We will expel her from the city so she never returns.

The shame that she puts us through.

Right?

Yes!

Let's expel her. Don't let her escape.

Yes, expel her.

Expel her.

Let's get the shameless one.

Everybody follow me.

Let's go.

Lorenzo Rafael.

Lorenzo Rafael!

Do not leave me alone.

Open for me, sir.

Let me out.

Let me out, sir.

Let me out, let me out, sir.

Let me out.

- Open the gate. - Shut up.

Scandalous Indian.

Let me out, sir.

Please.

Let me out, sir.

Oh my God.

They will kill her.

Lorenzo Rafael!

I didn't do anything wrong.

I know that.

Maria Candelária.

I did nothing wrong.

Slut.

She turned out to be just like her mother.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Lorenzo Rafael.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Translated by P.Sky

It was a story

of Maria Candelária.

THE END