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Twenty-five.

Well, as a dancer in a ballet.

The ones I liked the most?

"Gone with the wind"...

it's a movie which I really liked.

Because I think it's a movie which has a nice drama,

it is very well made;

has very good artists.

The one I liked the most is that one, "Gone with the wind."

Ah, well, yes, once.

I remember I was on a boat...

I was going with a friend of mine, we were in the cabin

and...

Yes, swimming.

And you, like this in the summer,

where have you worked or where have you gone to...?

Going for the summer?

Well, I really like it...

Punta Umbría,

Chipiona,

I really like Torremolinos, Marbella

and, of course, the Canary Islands.

Why so much the Canary Islands?

Because I like them.

Tenerife is very beautiful, Las Palmas is very beautiful...

I like them.

It is very similar to the Peninsula.

The Sevillians...

as I am from Seville, well, I understand myself with them.

And I like canaries,

because they are very similar with the peninsular man

and I like it.

Well, friends, yes, I had a friend,

we both grew up together.

And she worked with me in ballet.

She got a boyfriend...

they went to spend a weekend

and, when they returned home, they both killed themselves in the car.

she is the only friend I had, I didn't have any more friends.

For me, Holy Week.

The Holy Week? Yes.

Explain to us. I don't know...

it will be because I am a Macarena.

(OFF) -"An interview, an interview..."

"I don't like them at all, the interviews."

"Nothing, a journalist arrives to my house

with a piece of tape recorder exquisite".

Yes, precisely, yes.

yes, come on, just finished rolling

the movie you are watching."

A little bit... Every month, every month.

Not per month. Well, whenever.

Uncle arrived. First, he quoted me, huh?

From an important magazine.

I say, 'Well no, no, man.'

'The interview, at my house'

'Okay? And I'll invite you

>I'll give you some cheese caps

ham, we'll have it there...

I don't know, whatever you want. In my house, man.

Absolutely,... he went to my house

we were there... 'Okay, okay, come on.'

Total, which was more or less...

"Let's see if I can do it more or less... You'll see.

Hey... It says: 'This...'

'Well, what did you think

>man, the cameraman?'

'The cameraman, extraordinary.'

'The cameraman is... is...

a boy... Above all

come on, he didn't open his mouth.

'Extraordinary. I'm telling you, 'extraordinary'

'The cameraman, great.'

"Yeah, man, this...

The cameraman, damn.

'Hey, ask me...

how the filming went.

The guy, gentlemanly fabric.

The filming? Damn, the filming.

"The filming was what I liked the most. Look.

At eight in the morning, sharp there I was, the first.

The first, the second, everyone in a line, for the truck.

The truck, to the site. On the site...

When we arrived at the site, I got lost

and he said: 'I'm going for a walk, I'm going for a walk.

Total, that the filming, I already said it

I liked the filming; delighted, right?

The producers. Man, the producers...

There were no producers there. The producers, well,

beautiful people, educated, punctual in payment...

The producers, perfect, man.

I am very happy of having known them.

The work plan, well what am I going to tell you

the work plan then...

Intense work, right? Because, of course,

the public, you, the best, well...

For me, respect is sacred.

So, what am I going to tell you? What am I going to tell them?

If I see you and my own saliva falls down

of the language of happiness, that doesn't fit in my mouth.

How can I not say >are you the best?

Okay?

(Slow music)

Birds and flowers will nest at your side

and a sea of foam and sun it will enlighten you.

The conch on your chest will sing

and the love fish what is in your cry will laugh.

Because it awaits you...

spring.

(Humming)

The dark wind of winter went away.

The black wound of your sorrow was closed.

The fire where you warmed the pain

between memories and ashes went off.

Because it awaits you...

spring.

(Humming)

Wake up, love, >breathe and let yourself live.

Let play the happy girl in you.

Your eyes go, your eyes already want to laugh.

The spring you were waiting for is here.

Spring.

Spring.

(Humming)

Yes, it was his.

The exiled painter I met five years ago in London.

he is now in Seville...

for some time now.

he has located me...

and we have agreed to meet.

What's wrong, Ana?

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I don't understand anything.

I'm bored with my job...

I don't like it.

I can't find myself.

I love you, Ana.

And I want you to have it all with me,

as I have it with you.

Miguel...

Touch me.

I would like to live forever between your legs.

I would like to have...

rivers of milk for you

We smoke a cigarette and...

It was four in the morning, It's late

and I decided to come home.

Then, he told me that...

he did not have a vehicle to go home

and what if I drove him in my car.

I told him yes, that I didn't care.

So, we hit the bars,

we pull to the left... The route I took every day.

And a white car comes at me, with some very dodgy gentlemen.

The uncle opened the door, he left on foot.

The guy jumped on me, with the car he closes me:

"What's up man? What's happening here?".

Bang, bang, the handcuffs, the guys on top, the search...

José goes running, a guy behind José...

A roll. The nerves; there everyone crazy lost.

Quique gets out of the car and one of the uncles tells him:

"Where do you go?. He says, "Me?"

He starts arguing with the guy and says: "Come here. The handcuffs!"

Totally, the guy turns around to the car and it goes "boom".

The Quique who leaves by feet and the guy who comes and points his gun at him.

He pierced her head.

And already a cut there, We already went crazy.

"The neighbors coming out of the houses."

"A fool there in the street."

-How did the policeman stay?

-The policeman, when the uncle lost madman shot him:

"What have you done? What have you done?"

Boom, I fell on top of the guy,

The guy tore my shirt, He gave me a slap.

El José: "Murderers, sons of bitches, criminals!"

We are going to Quique, Quique on the floor face down.

The guy turns him face up, and Quique's face was already...

The busted face already.

-Did the other police officers say something to you? the one he shot?

-"What have you done?".

"What a ruin we have brought upon ourselves. "What ruin we have brought upon ourselves."

Total, what takes away from us, the guy picks up the radio,

he starts calling gentlemen and they appear everywhere.

All the neighbors on the street, the people there... A burden.

In short, they put us in a car and they take us to the dungeon.

And the next morning, The group leader calls me,

I go up in the elevator and a guy tells me:

"Are you the one who was in the car, in the six hundred?"

"'Yes, I am'".

"He says, 'Look, your friend Enrique Mesa Bucatto has died.

"So, they passed me on to the lawyer,"

They took me to court with some knives,

and they said that Quique threatened the police officer with a knife

and that he attacked him and that he stood up to him.

Quique had not even attacked the policeman or anything.

The only thing the kid did was run for his freedom.

Like Joseph did.

The thing is that I didn't leave because I had not done anything,

the car was mine and I didn't have to leave.

I didn't have to be...

But that kid, Quique, I had already had it 15 or 20 days before...

Some guys had accused him, They said it was him.

Lie. A guy who had already been gone

to pay for things that...

that he should not pay, because he only dedicated himself to smoking.

And, I don't know, they put him in prison. And then I read in the newspaper

that Enrique Mesa Bucatto had attacked the police,

which is a lie.

Neither Enrique nor José nor I did that, nobody.

They must have invented that, for the system they have.

They say that he attacked him, that he pointed a gun at him.

A guy with a gun and one with a knife.

I don't know how he's going to attack it.

The shot went through the head and it came out through his eyebrows.

As we saw it on the ground. Then they took him...

to García-Morato.

The same guy who had killed him He said that he didn't know what had happened,

"that he didn't know what had happened."

Besides, he had to be crazy lost, because the way he arrived:

there with the revolver, like a gunfighter,

bringing José the gun to the head;

handcuffed, frisked...

Eh... I don't know.

And we hadn't done anything.

We came to have a few drinks, it was four in the morning.

The thing is that we shouldn't have run,

because we were already handcuffed.

And we were already fed up, this It had already happened three or four times.

And we had ended like this for smoking things.

But I'm not into smoking.

I, from my work, I have been working all my life.

And I've had bad luck that they have cut me off

two or three times, but...

(OFF) I was there at the Seville Fair,

little path...

of this... of...

about the chocolate already, we were going...

we were going to pick up, we went on Sunday.

Because at the Seville Fair, I like to see...

I like to cry on the last day.

Look what it would be like...

at the fair all year round, kid.

That's why I tell the kid: 'Come on, let's take the taxi.'

I told you so, didn't I? No, he told me that.

He says: 'Hey, well...'

"It was Sunday, he was already gone...

We had fought on Saturday, Saturday night.

And then, he goes and tells me...

he didn't tell me anything, he came, sat there

and said: 'Come on, let's...'

What was it like, damn? Ah!

I say, 'Okay, okay.'

It says: 'How will the Fair be?'

'Will we find a taxi?' I say: 'Today?'

'Today, at twelve at night what are they?'

'Let's go now.'

'Let's go for a walk so that, when we return,

let's take a taxi back, man. We don't even have to look for it.'

'He says: 'Come on, well'. I say, 'Yeah, man.'

Anyway, we went there.

And then..., then now we were coming here,

we were already coming from...

I say: 'Well, but the chocolates, there in the Virgin of the Kings'

'Okay, okay.'

This may not be the case in the future.

But for now, we are where we are from.

I feel impressed throughout the city,

by this April light,

because of the madness of these people.

There are still so many crazy people like forty years ago.

Crazy here?

I had to come back.

Above all, return.

Work here.

Well, tell me your things, Miguel.

How is your work going? Good.

Work at the radio is going well.

Now I collaborate with the news.

Of course, much better than when I met you in London.

How funny that was our meeting in London.

Man.

That was really authentic.

Were you already with Ana then?

Me a short time ago I'm with Ana.

Well..., I'm not with her anymore.

Lately, she found her...

a little strange.

The day before yesterday he told me that...

we would separate

for some time.

Maybe it will be forever.

Ana is a charming woman.

Yes.

Ana is lovely.

Well..., I'll find someone else.

I have always thought...

what matters...

is the woman,

no... a woman.

Other,

another will fill Ana's void.

(OFF) "Under the sting of her roñosería,

for four reales forced to wage war,

disguising, laughing like generous kids,

coward to remember their names, my wife sends me a doctor

and he tells me: 'Gulf to make your life,

but in bed, forever'

Do you have some? For 300.

300?

Are you going to give me this for 300?

And look for the truth, look in the mirror if you have a BamBam."

Soon, the dogs will bark on the path of death;

obey, Curro.

Work! Go to the horns of Satan.

Come on, wolf, come!

The city of law flooded you already have it; night eagle.

Your memory falsifies you, it is not yours.

You think so too that blood is not air.

Turn your eyes, stick out your tongue.

The old moon shines, night eagle,

the air opens on the horizon.

Would a man be called Hungry? No.

But Christ has not had time, who died.

Come on, man. Until the last goodbye.

Oh, hey, bye! And tell him that if he wants her,

tell them in writing, don't let him go.

Empty yourself and throw yourself into the 'privates'

Don't bother anymore, man, in explaining your life to me.

Man, sweeter, sweeter.

Are you going to be sweeter what my little girl?

Come on, boy, let go of your cock and go there now.

And all the tails will be for you, sweet little girl.

If you don't love me, I'll give you money.

It's good, I'm going to make it short for you.

The field where I will sleep, always and forever;

and they are your English like silk curtains,

caressing I will bite like cream sponge cake,

so that the light of adventure will gladly share.

This is a letter that they sent me.

I don't know whose it is.

Let's continue reading."

'It is bad to live to be disgusting of what you don't have;

and you already know, I'm here at your side, darker,

or in the sun on the riverbank, moist, dense, deep'

'Sweet girl, I have what you want most

and you are my great love'

'Let's not make life wait

and let's start now.'

"Shame belongs only to wolves,

where the twigs hide under the legs

when they are on their way to the little forest'

And here this letter ends.

Hey, sorry, could you tell me >where to find something to smoke?

Smoking? Smoking what?

I have come to spend a few weeks in Seville,

I just arrived and I don't know the environment yet.

Oh, atmosphere?

My atmosphere is...

a little in... in my house.

Shall we go there? To your house?

Let's see, take a look, Bertoni.

Dance hip.

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam.

Well, let's go.

Do you have cigarette paper? No, I was looking for it.

At this time...

Well, okay.

Come in, make yourself comfortable.

Wait a minute I'm flying back.

Wallet.

What are you doing, man? If I am looking for life, just like you.

Come on, man. If I'm trying to hack a car.

The cops are going to come and he's going to catch us all together.

What do we do with it?

-Leave it now and let's go.

-There you stay, steal cars.

-Lets go.

Hey, man, do you have a piece of paper?

-A piece of paper? Want ten mountains of green papers?

It's rolling paper, man.

-Cigarette paper? Do you have it there?

-Here, go.

-Let's go.

I am not from Brazil,

I am from Cuba, Cuba. I am not from Brazil,

I am from Cuba, Cuba.

The one with the wallet gave me cigarette paper.

This is a painting, that is, a drawing, which is called

"Tribute to my uncle Antonio, 'The Memory'", the memory.

Let's see what you think.

That is, apart from the signature.

Well really I'll tell you what it is.

I mean, it's a tribute to my uncle Antonio,

who died in the war of the Blue Division at Stalingrad.

After three months of inactivity,

only men, shit, lice and diseases

and underground life, that underground life,

they came under the sky green and electric

the iron storms, that is, the Soviet offensive.

So...

It does not have any political content,

goes against war in principle.

Also, this reassures me. because I have seen a book

that it's called "The red rats of Stalingrad",

of this riffraff too; I mean, it was a problem...

There is a quality that is ethics in war and in everything.

Without ethics there is nothing.

And what does it represent this animal hanging?

Well, a hanging cat with the German flag.

That's it, it's lyrical.

It is a tribute to my uncle Antonio, that he was my uncle and he loved him.

His motivation for going to war I dont know it; He was very young, 21 years old.

The war ended in Spain and he went there,

in slippers, to Stalingrad.

I understand the concept "Aryan"

by people who prefer the healthy valley to the unhealthy valley.

Fascism is a question...

Mussolini's fascism is one thing, the domination of the state.

It's just a matter of war, of tactics.

It is a humanism. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

Whether they accept Mussolini or not.

Franco...

He lived longer than Mussolini. Franco is holy.

I am red, navy blue, I am blue and black.

No?

"Ask Franz Kafka yes it's true

that the dead are left alone." By Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.

And this hieroglyph has no antithesis,

with permission of the intellectuals.

Do you see how the phrase Doesn't it have antithesis?

Using authentic vocabulary of the Royal Academy,

whether you are red, right-wing

or the blue ones.

I would like to fight, I think I could do something.

Yes, bullfighting is a thing...

Painting is my profession, It's my expression, right?

But I like bullfighting.

I think I could communicate with bullfighting too.

With cynicism in a way; I never speak in the third person.

And about my girlfriends... none is with me;

They are holy, of course.

It's the woman, right?

She is a madonna, a saint.

She's a madonna, isn't she?

She is a saint.

Because I can tell you a Madonna.

She has voluptuousness too.

But I would like to expand flamenco to Van der Weyden

and, above all, Albrecht Dürer,

to "Hamlet", to Shakespeare...

That is...

I don't like simplicity.

I believe that folklore will always be used by imperialism.

Tarquin the Proud, for example.

What the father wanted from Tarquin...

He sent him a messenger, the messenger He began to cut poppies:

Plas, plas, plas, plas.

Tarquin saw that it was cutting the heads of the superiors.

Those were ancient times, weren't they?

Everything has its time and place and circumstance.

It's just that it's difficult.

Arroyo is an artist who dances,

he dances a little like...

He looks like he is conga dancing.

Look, here's one that says...

"Blind faith in a strong army."

That is, the invincible for all Spaniards.

I do this improvising a little.

"Jealous of your dream you will have arrived. What's too soon for you?"

It is from a phrase by Nietzsche.

"Unity, health, peace, order and freedom".

"Long live Spain, with its animals, rivers and plants".

In other words, I believe that humanism

represents a nationalist relationship, nationalism.

Scientifically, I mean.

And more now that I have read that the Minister of Education says

that science has no colors, which I like a lot.

It is of all colors; Humanism is beautiful.

(Slow music)

Your hair smells like the landscape.

I smell your hair and it hurts.

That smell of tree and soil...

that smells like life and death to me.

Your eyes smell like a mirror,

cold mirror quicksilver,

a spyglass glass,

a bitter river moss.

"Woe to those who do not admire Gothic architecture."

Let us pity them as to some disinherited of the heart.

Sanctuary of science and art.

"The Gothic Cathedral should not be considered

as a dedicated work to the glory of Christianity,

>but rather as a union of ideas,

of trends and faith to which we can turn without fear

when we try to know

the thought of our ancestors."

"Because it is in it the same abstract meaning...

of the chivalric ideal, of the theological sum,

of scholastic thought,

of the reason for being

and living as a Gothic man."

There are so many that are left on the road,

those who have not been able to know this round.

In the year 58, I met Ramón Alvarado.

Shortly later, I took that portrait of him.

He was a totally finished man.

Six years before, his wife had gone with another guy.

he wanted to return clandestinely to Spain,

but he couldn't.

he did not resign to have to lose...

identity with oneself,

your identity of him.

It was very hard for all of us to have to endure

than being Spanish

was something totally different

to what we had always been,

what we wanted to continue being.

We felt usurped.

Ramón died in the year sixty-two.

Shortly before,

feeling already dying,

forgetting the pride of him,

his dignity of him...,

he called his wife.

Everything didn't matter to him.

And he loved her.

She came back.

And she took care of him for the last eight months of his life.

she did it well.

I will always remember it.

Once Ramón died,

he returned to his lover.

Which was quite logical.

(Bells)

She was called Clara

and she had been there for a lot of years too in exile.

I don't know if she will still live

and if she will also be back.

It's so surprising how this city smells these days.

My memory almost always fails me for odors.

It's so difficult to put on smells in a box,

in a movie,

in a song,

put the smell of pineapple,

a woman's hair,

the smell of orange blossom that floods Seville today.

Everything is better, I have found a job that I like.

I feel more calm.

I feel good with you,

but there is Miguel.

I asked you for a break.

I'm not sure what I feel.

But if you go with someone, I think I should go back to him.

It doesn't seem right to me let this love end

without a cause that really justifies it.

The only thing that matters, Ana,

is love.

The love that is here now among us.

The love that should bring more love

and not turn off...

none already existing.

I love you.

May my love give strength to your love for living.

May you accept my love...

which does not ask you for any conditions.

We'll see what happens with Miguel.

I only feel capable of loving to only one man at a time.

And it's true that I love you.

Here I found myself a little folder

of some little letters that I...

I wrote a while ago for some songs, you know?

Yes, the moment you have a chance,

call me.

I'm going to record for you,

for those who can, so that they hire a record house

some very beautiful songs. Now let's see them.

Let's see, for example, the little letters.

There are no instruments.

There are no complications.

If you want, I'll hum it too, but it's not much.

'Of the Sevillian night', a little later.

"Huh? Yes."

Here was one...

'These distant noises, closed houses

and longed-for homes,

oh, the blue and black sky, the icy wind;

light blue, as puddled and dirty it was that dawn'.

'But that I didn't give a damn about everything,

because when I woke up, I realized

what I wanted to know was

if they were doing me justice or revenge'.

Yes, of course, this is relevant...

This is a boy's letter who was imprisoned,

as you are imagining.

It says: 'Downhill, uphill, the best of my friends...'.

No, this is copied on the other hand, this is not valid.

'But on Tuesday, through the door I ran away and on Wednesday...'.

Ah, this is it. This is the alphabet, the one, two, three. It says:

'I was a street-running boy without money or satisfaction'.

Oh, they arrested me on a Monday, without work and without honor.

But on Tuesday, through the door I escaped

and on Wednesday, I flirted with a girl

and on Thursday, I invited her to the carnival.

'Follow her, follow her. What a girl, you. Follow her, follow her'.

Oh, I took it, I took it with me.

Friday, tired, I raped her too.

And on Saturday, they have searched for me again

and on Sunday, behind bars again I found myself.

But I'm guilty, yes, yes.

Well, your honor, yes, but I I'm not from here, I'm from Cuba.

This is 'Dance Hip' There are many, there are many.

I mean, as you are imagining, at the moment...

You, for example, you have a record house.

Call me, call me.

So, I'm going there, I introduce myself;

you look for the musicians.

You look for the musicians.

And then, since I already have the melodies,

I have the melodies, I have the letters,

well... nothing, everything is in the family.

Among friends, among friends we do it later.

To distribute goods... No, no, nothing like that.

The goods for you, for you the goods.

Look, here's another one called Banana coconut, banana huh.

He says: 'I don't want to know if you are good or you are bad,

if you think like this or you think like that, I don't have time,

what I want in life, what I want is you,

banana coconut, banana huh, banana coco, banana coco, huh'.

Come on, girl, come over here, here, here.

Come on, girl, come, come, come.

Damn, this isn't so much.

Because if there was a little organ,

a little piano, right? How nice, son.

But that, later, when you invite me.

Invite me, man, please.

Look, girl, that I no longer tell you 'I have',

I already told you 'take, take, take, take,

ripe bananas, boom, boom, rum stick, boom, boom,

gin high, boom, boom'.

Hey. That, another little letter.

I'm already fed up of the letters.

Here's another one. Ugh, not this, it's written in pencil, it's blurry.

'She left...'. Oh, yes I have...

Look. Letters for women you are astray,

letters for drunks,

letters for independence of women.

Well, to finish, I'm seeing another one here.

This is rock and roll.

'Look into the distance, look to the horizon'.

'What is better, die for love or money?'

The man did not answer and to rock, a nail came out in his heart.

What is better, to die from alcohol or pain?

The man did not answer

and rock, in the heart a bottle came out.

What is better, dying or dying? 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Excuse me, gentlemen, excuse me.

Rock, a knife in the heart it got stuck.

One last thing, it is titled 'Dance hip'.

It says: 'Dance hip,

>on the bed of love it is what I always wanted,

it's what I always wanted whatever you did,

dance hip, dance hip.

He says: 'I cry, I cry, I cry, I cry, I cry,

because it is what I would like most, that you...

dance hip, dance hip on the bed of love.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I feel, I feel,

I already feel that I love you.

Like a handful of water...

Like a handful of water,

don't try to give me whatever I never had.

Dance hip, move your sugar, move your sugar.

And get me out of this labyrinth.

I have, I have, I have, I have, I have your heart,

I have your juice, I have your sugar.

Dance hip, inside the thorax.

Let me feel it, dance hip, dance hip, dance hip.

This is for... It's the little song...

Well, I don't know if it's ham.

This has an organ, he carries a guitar...

Ugh, this takes a lot of things: takes violins,

has a great rhythm that we put from behind.

You come burning the breeze

with spring suns,

to plant the flag

with the light of your smile.

(bachata music)

You come burning the breeze

with spring suns,

to plant the flag

with the light of your smile.

Here is the light,

the endearing transparency,

of your dear presence,

commander Che Guevara.

Lola, do you remember me? Hello!

Are you Luis?

When you went

when about Franco.

As hungry as we are.

No? Oops.

A hunger... And where did you go?

To England, I had to escape.

Ah, escape, so they wouldn't shoot you.

Hey, how old are you, Lola?

Well, I'm five away from the century.

And what am I going to do?

And now, I entertain myself...

in selling water.

I sell water,

I sell snails.

And let's move forward, student.

-And dance. -Ah.

And take what he takes, and give him what he gives.

Have you seen to the woman who accompanies me?

How beautiful.

She is beautiful.

Very pretty, very pretty.

You are very pretty.

You are also very pretty, Lola. Yes, with painted lips.

(ALL LAUGH)

And? What happens with Luis?

Well, nothing.

Oh, Luis, is it a woman? like before?

Same. Oh.

It doesn't vary.

And you don't like them, those things?

Not me. Why?

Because you are a rascal.

You are a rascal.

And that's why I don't love you.

And you don't love me? No.

You've had another woman and now...

we finish, we finish.

You left me with a kid.

Me? You.

Who is it going to be? I will be me?

You did it and I gave birth to it.

(ALL LAUGH)

But you still love me, right? Very little.

Nothing more than a little? Nothing else.

Because you have another lady.

But hey, that doesn't matter.

Oh, doesn't it matter? Because you are an old sweetheart.

Ah, I'm an old sweetheart. And this is modern?

I don't say anything. Really, you are wonderful.

Wonderfully, and the little girl takes it.

That?

And why haven't you dyed the gray hair?

That way I would love you more. Yes?

Yes, with dyed gray hair.

But cob-colored.

Oh, Teresita. Oh.

Oh, Teresita.

Oh, Teresita, how well you have behaved, daughter.

I have to tell you Hey, ole and ole, daughter!

Great, great, "chochi"!

Did you really like it that much?

Aren't I going to like it, girl? It was magnificent, magnificent!

And what's more, you have two nipples which are two little roses.

And that... that neck...

>that neck that is pure bamboo.

Oh, Teresita, how good it has been.

Ouch. And those two little eyes

like two sweet sweet almonds when they look at me.

Ouch. And do you remember? from when you gave me those snacks

and those sighs and you told me those little things in your ear?

Oh, Teresita.

And what a shape... and what a way you have the mouth to give me.

It's just that when I kiss you, come on, I think...

I'm eating it, I'm eating it.

And now, I look at you again and there you have it, your pretty little mouth.

If you are miraculous, Teresita.

I don't know what to tell you anymore, daughter.

Because you bring me... you make me crazy, really crazy.

And then... If you are...

And that little waist,

fine she, fine she like a sailor's junk.

And when you hit those wiggles beneath me...

Oh, what wiggles.

Oh, Teresita.

How good, daughter, how good.

How nice those wiggles are.

I really like you too, Miguel.

I like you because you are a man with a very hairy chest.

From hair to chest.

Man, Teresita... Let's not talk about my hair, Teresita.

Let's not talk about my hair, because for hair,

for hair, Teresita...

Oh, Teresita.

Ouch. That's great, Teresita. Oh, Miguelito.

Oh, Miguelito, please. That's great, Teresita.

No, no.

Leave me, Miguel, let me breathe a little.

Man, Teresita...

I'm going to have to take it in a cartridge.

Are you going to take it in a cartridge? Are you going to take it in...?

But what cartridge or what cartridge?

In a good... In a good box of chocolates.

Also, Teresita, if you are tired,

if you don't want more...

Whatever you want, Teresita, whatever you want.

Right now, whatever you want.

Come on,... if you want...

I don't know, Teresita,

if you want me right now...

If you want me to go...

Come on, who says...

Teresita, do you want me to bring you

a good cover, cod with tomato?

Teresita, or a good portion

of loin montaditos?

Do you prefer loin sandwiches?

Look...,

well... Oh, that.

Look, I'm going to buy you... I'm going to buy you a...

a good pearl suit.

I'm going to buy you a good suit of pearls, of pearls like that,

pearls like that, come on.

Hawaii Hawaii type?

No. Type Hawaii Not Hawaii, Torremolinos type,

Costa Brava type, of the good beaches in Spain.

That's where it's going to be where are we going, Teresita.

Let's take a good car and we're going to go there,

let's get there, let's buy a good place,

let's hire two good Chinese forties

and let's ride our Chinese restaurant.

And we are going to put them on the door, with its two bamboo poles;

we invite everyone and, when they arrive,

a voice is going to come out of a corner of the main door

and they are going to say: "Come on, gentlemen, get on your knees,

take off your good little shoes, Socks off too."

Then, boom,

the two good forties with their bamboo sticks

come hit them on the ankles, pimpán, pimpán.

And when those ankles are there well swollen,

red as tomatoes, again the voice that is going to say:

"Gentlemen, come very calmly

and put your little shoes on here and the socks again

and now you can enter."

And we will be inside great there.

Or else, Teresita,

you...

do you want us to fill the whole room

with candy and colored handkerchiefs?

Huh? I'm going to tell you too something else.

Teresita, now that I remember.

If we don't get tired from that Chinese restaurant,

we're leaving, we go anywhere,

yes to us we are not going to care about anything,

if we are a couple in love.

Let's go, anywhere:

Cuenca, Guadalajara...

We don't care, right?

So, we got there quietly

and we settle in, we settled in very well, Teresita.

We are going to settle in the best in the world.

We buy our good place of bulls and...

And what do I tell you? Well, there, nothing,

with that little guy that you have, Teresita,

well dressed as a bullfighter, and so do I.

I'm going to be your pawn, your trusted pawn, Teresita.

And there, between passes,

we are going to die, we are going to die of love,

>crazy kisses, Teresita.

Ouch.

Also...,

look...

Many things, we are going to do whatever we want.

Also, also...

we are going to have many...

many...many wide conversations, Teresita.

Many extensive conversations.

For us, for ourselves.

We, come and chat,

come and chat, Teresita.

Oh, we're going to have a great time, daughter.

We're going to have a great time.

Oh, Teresita, how good, daughter.

The Sevillian press spoke very bad for El Palmar de Troya,

calling one of his psychics

disgusting, vulgar and unhappy with life.

For that reason, Luis, always surprised

by the tradition of madness from the city,

for its deepest feeling of non-acceptance of reality,

He went with respect, and with his friends, to the strange place.

"Let the heavens rejoice and let the earth rejoice

because he is already with us the Savior.

Cause of our joy,

spiritual vessel,

Ivory tower...,

(Horn)

heaven's Door,

morning Star,

queen of saints,

queen of peace,

Very kind Mary,

Most luminous Mary,

Mary our hope,

hope of salvation,

Mary our comforter,

Mary sublime star,

Mary angel of salvation,

Mary sung by the angels,

Mary expected by the patriarchs,

Mary announced by the prophets,

Mary heavenly scale,

Mary portico of glory,

Mary mother of all creation,

"Mary queen of our hearts."

"God save you, Mary, full of grace,

The Lord is with you, blessed are you among all women

and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus".

Thank you, Teresa.

Many have believed that you had a vision yesterday afternoon.

>I think I understood everything.

There is a love, Alberto,

that arrives suddenly,

that captivates.

I understand perfectly what you feel for her,

like your father,

like Miguel.

There is another kind of love...

which is gained little by little,

day by day.

I'm at that point.

Two loves are worth it.

-Yeah.

Maybe I can help you. >Maybe,

I can help you. Repeat it.

Maybe, I can help you. Stronger, stronger.

Maybe, I can help you,

to get...

I just don't remember everything.

"Maybe I can help you so that you understand it better."

Maybe I can help you

so you can understand it better.

"This fence bothered Miguel,

It seemed like blatant rudeness

inviting the citizen to fill out a mortuary obituary with his details."

"It was an attack completely unacceptable".

"This poster, however, It caused him deep emotion."

"It was a naive message, I knew it."

"But Miguel was surprised for how now

a lot of naive things took on a new value for him."

"It was like a return to adolescence".

"This tombstone also seemed naïve and exciting."

"It was a normal slab,

but in which some parents, in the thirties,

they wanted to break sobriety of the usual registrations

asking the marble worker to add the exclamation,

full of crazy love, 'son of the soul!'"

"He reminded him of course of Quique and also Farruquito,

Farruco's son,

died in accident a few years ago,

and maybe he could have a tombstone like that,

made with dancing and shouting of his father."

Let's see the hands.

What?

Look, this one is a little bigger, but it's almost the same.

This one is bigger, this one too

and these are...

Well, it's big too and this one is almost the same too.

You have it very small. Look.

Let's see, Ivan.

-Mine is bigger.

Let's see yours with mine.

Mine is much bigger.

Let's see, Vanesa.

Let's see.

No, bring. -The other.

This, this.

Vanessa's is smaller, since she is smaller...

Hey, Vanesa? -Mine is bigger.

We're going to have to leave.

Maybe mom has come.

It is that it is a conflict, huh?.

It's a conflict what we are all going through.

Man, of course, because it is a moment of transition.

It is a time of transition: now this way, now that way,

now let's move on...

I don't deny it, let's move forward,

but you won't deny me either we're having a bit of a time...

Because of course, with speed of relationships,

human coexistence, don't look, don't look.

Well, a letter, a letter, a letter.

Little card. It says: 'If you find money,

pick it up like you're falling in quicksand'.

You prostitute yourself and, if you get tired, turns on the red light.

You can't live without them,

oh, little red lights, how much I like them.

Wow, this guy's handwriting is bad, I don't understand anything.

I don't know what would happen to him to this kid.

It happens to this kid like when I listen

to one of those singers who get very relieved, lost,

some screams, some things, some screams,

what do I say: What will happen to this kid?

Well, he says: 'Later, the Police, at dawn, he will knock on his door.

Only it is eternal...

the...

Here it seems a tear has fallen.

Well, there's the ink a little erased. It doesn't matter.

Here it says:

'Only eternal the wine of my larva...'

'It's a reason to be down being a boulder,

to roll up. There is no miracle,

that's why it's better to die on the way than on the plain'.

It says: 'It is better to die on the way

than on unemployment'. What a job the strike is.

He says: 'It is better to die...'. Of course, friend.

And hair and nails will continue to grow after death.

What's this for?

It says: 'I would like to be like glass,

than only the diamond

could cupulate'.

Oops, oops, what a mess.

'And the snake does not climb,

because I don't love myself

crack the tooth'.

No more letter or anything else.

Once I wrote him a little letter...

I was with a kid, ruined by a beach

and I say: 'Damn, look...'

Before pornography came to Spain.

I told him, I said: 'Well, what?

why don't we... don't we get rich?'

Because come on, this...

Mr. Franco he hadn't died either.

But come on,

there might be a reason why I told him:

'Why don't we do it, my friend...?'

By the shore of the beach we were walking very calmly.

We had gotten into... What was it?

Ah,... lemonade.

But lemonade made by me, in a good restaurant.

I made a mess, I asked for some lemons, a sugar bowl...

We went blind with lemonade.

What an ugly neighborhood, girl.

This is the ugliest neighborhood from all over Seville.

And when it comes to naming them,

they put on the fabric of virtuous people.

One thing... Virtue Street,

Work Street,

Constancia Street.

Too much virtue, of course, for Seville.

This is more or less as my friend Luis says,

nothing, no nothing.

In other words, they have not been able to change the popular essence.

Here was another neighborhood, next to here.

These were down.

Well, nothing, we're going to give you some subsidized housing.

Great.

They start waiting, come and wait.

Total, they already finish the neighborhood, people go to live in the neighborhood.

Hey, that's it.

Now, the guys get:

What name are we going to give it? San this, San that.

People say: "No, no, this neighborhood it's going to be called El Tardón."

Well, naturally, they got...

Come on, they've done it. You take a bus

and it has its good sign

which says "El Tardón".

That is, the name of the neighborhood, as people called it.

Returning to this neighborhood so virtuous,

they killed a kid right here, Quique.

People's cloth friend, I knew him a little too.

Come on, it was more or less...

The car arrived that way, they were coming the kids have a drink.

Suddenly, the Police arrive, boxes them here.

Ugh, bad.

The uncle, José, who came...

Not the driver, José, a friend of Quique,

runs into an alley without exit, to Virtud Street.

Total, they are arriving now;

the guy boxed in, handcuffed,

with the gun to his temple.

And now, Quique, male,

can't think of anything more or less go out for a run again,

to the same dead end, Virtue Street is here.

And the guy does... "fua".

The uncle I had boxed and handcuffed to the other,

and that he pointed the gun at him.

The kid fell there,

with a destroyed head.

Come on, there,

on the corner of Virtue Street and Work Street.

(Guitar and handclaps)

The sun comes out or it doesn't come out.

And the sun is what matters to me.

The sun is what matters to me.

And the sun is what matters to me...

to me.

If it enlightens me as for me,

oh, that's when I see you...

to you.

May the sun come out or not.

Oh, the sun that matters to me...

to me.

-Hey!

Look what ignorance is...,

-Hey!

-Arsa!

-look what ignorance is,

the flamenquita is coming

and tell me

what happens to him.

Oh, companion of my soul,

oh, tell me what...

it happens to him.

Lets go!

-Hey! Arsa!

Go, go, go!

-Take it now! -Come on!

Arsa! Arsa!

Go, go, go!

-Take it now!

-I don't deny that I have loved you.

-What art!

-I don't deny that I have loved you.

-Go Go!

-But it weighs on my soul

having known...

you.

Oh, companion of my soul,

oh, having known...

you.

-Take it now!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Hey!

-I can't even think that when you go with someone else...

- Arsa, arsa!

Hey!

-Oh, companion of my soul,

oh, to have met you.

Oh, companion of my soul.

(Applause and cheers)

What is really important, a woman or the woman?

-I think that in the case of Miguel,

and as it is being proposed the problem sociologically

in love, the important thing is the woman.

That is, women in general.

Removing it now from the context of possession

and of...

of private company.

-When Miguel wants to have a meaning

let's say poetic of women,

She always has to refer to Ana.

But in her life, at this moment from the movie, it's Teresa.

In some way, is there that conflict that he wants to remain faithful

to the idea of the knight with only one woman,

or he has to have a hard time break with that past

and be a man think of the woman

in a more collective sense?

-I think that he has to work hard.

-He has to take work, but he has to get there.

He has to get to see Ana how he sees Teresa.

That is, to see it completely liberated of this historical character

of the knight that has always belonged,

or he wanted it to belong to him, a woman, Ana.

-Is the desire the greatest source of life

and at the same time, Is desire already love or not?

-I think desire is so united

to the way to manifest that love

that I can't find no logical separation,

I can't even say that is parallel.

I think it goes really together, yeah.

What do you think? -You have stepped on my answer a bit.

I think that...

cannot be dissociated the desire of love

since, for me,

desire is the part

that society has emphasized as bad,

as sinful,

and love has made it official.

So, the man has been told, so that he can stay calm,

that he can love, but he cannot desire.

Let's think about the "you should not wish to your neighbor's wife."

So love without desire is something very boring.

And desire without love is something that he gives you

a very big vertigo as soon as you separate yourself from society.

Society tells you that you are like a quinqui, an evil man,

an outlaw, if you don't love

at the same time as you want.

And I believe that the man has to realize

that this has been a trap that society, historically,

inside the great darkness of history, has given him.

-In what way is it different?

Miguel's desire for Teresa What about Ana?

-I see it the same way.

-I don't. I don't.

For Ana I see him really taken sentimentally,

in all its aspects. Ana...

Sorry. Teresa is...

the adventure she encounters,

how he really wants to see Ana also.

-But... -What would be most comfortable for him.

-It is that to love, you have to accept...

You have to have the adventure, you have to have the desire.

If not, love, as I said before, It's something very boring.

-Anyway, I think it is a complement;

he can love both perfectly.

-Does Miguel want Ana?

-Yes of course.

That is, precisely clear.

-Yeah.

-Does he fundamentally want her?

and is that enough? Is she the same as Teresa or not?

-Man, I think that's it. Miguel's problem.

You have to know exactly...

The one who would have to answer To this question is Miguel.

Well, I was telling you which seemed absurd to me...

this morphine thing

and this about heroin.

Because the truth...

Once, I was in London,

and a girl with two incredible eyes,

the eyes...

cracked, cracked,

beautiful, son,

and the girl tells me:

'Do you want

a little bit of...

of this, inject yourself?'

I say, 'No, no. No, not girl.'

'That I don't like orthopedics'.

He already punctured me, but...

is the effect.

I mean,

he just sticks it in you,

it does, pim, it gets into you, and you do... "fiu",

a little thing up, but she is already.

Miguel looked at Teresa and it occurred to her to say:

'Teresa, why don't you take off dress?'

Teresa found it funny the occurrence

and she added:

'How free I feel here, Miguel,

breathing air and without neighbors who can see us.'

At the end of the operation, She also wanted to tell him:

'Anyway, I'm wearing a combination.'

'Come here, won't you?' Miguel asked him.

When he saw her approaching, he said to her:

'How pretty you look like this.' How pretty you look like this.

He saw her with the white combination that she remembered that he liked her so much.

'Lifting a woman's skirt is the best thing these hands have done

throughout her life,' Miguel said.

Then he added:

'What would you prefer me to tell you,

that I love you and I wish you...

Do I love you and desire you?

or that I desire you and love you?'

Or that I want you and love you?

Teresa also responded right away:

'Now, tell me: 'I want you and I love you.'

'When I'm gone,

tell me: When I'm gone, tell me...

'I love you and I wish you'.

I love you...

Miguel added: 'If we could only see

belly and thighs of all women,

The only problem would be...

when we were lucky enough to, everyone was wearing only white panties.'

...that we were lucky

that they all wore...

We could get involved with any of you,

or with all of them at the same time.

We could get involved with any of you.

'No fights, no jealousy,

without anyone having to abandon anyone.'

No jealousy,

without anyone...

having...

to abandon anyone.

'But they must have taught you there, my love,

that women are something more

than obedient white panties,

like me right now.'

'Sure, I know,' Miguel told him.

'You are also the illusion,

Rest,

the hips, the strength, the hands,

the breasts,

innocence, the neck, the perfume, the hair,

the lips, the face, the joy and the eyes'.

...the neck, the perfume...,

the hair...,

the lips...,

the face...,

the joy...

and the eyes.

'What do you prefer to make love with? of all that you've said?'

'Let's go, every day Let's see each other, one by one.'

'Good. Today, joy;

touch her, caress her,

penetrate the joy,' said Miguel.

Penetrate the joy.

Shortly after, he added...

Maybe...

I have not been true

about some of the nonsense that I told you.

But it's true that I love you.

Short. -Long link, damn.

-Eleven, nine second.

-Action.

Maybe...

some of the nonsense that I told you.

But it's true that I love you.

It's true... that I want you,

I love your meat.

I love you...

because you are a woman.

I love you too...

for yourself.

But, above all...

because you are a woman.

(Slow music)

Your hair smells like the landscape.

I smell your hair and it hurts.

That smell of tree and soil...

that smells like life and death to me.

There is something about you that is above yourself.

It is something that is around you,

around the time of you.

It's a different world

with other laws of operation.

That happens to them too to other women.

Something that... can be for everyone,

which belongs to all of us,

which cannot be exclusive to anyone.

There are no more.

Yeah?

Hey!

What's wrong? What are you doing?

This is a lifelong friend.

Silvio. How funny.

This is the authentic Bertoni.

I'm glad to see you. Same.

Sit down. More than him, because...

Sit down for a little while.

We haven't seen each other in a while.

Amount of time. Don't you know I'm here now?

Well, I had come...

I wasn't very aware.

I had come to have a drink with her, but...

Well here I am in Seville, as almost always.

Like old times. Well here we are.

Miguel has told me a lot about you. Where are you from?

I am from the north.

From the North?

(MEXICAN ACCENT) You have to go with caution then.

You're still the same as always, right? Yeah.

What did I tell you? I have some very good projects.

I have absolutely none.

You're rehearsing here, right? Yes, that is it.

>You have a new group, wow... Yeah.

I would very much like you to listen to what we are playing,

because, in a way...

Well, it turns out that Miguel and I...

we have known each other for quite some time now.

I know, because he told me about many battles.

The first drum I had, You know what I mean?,

we both stole it, We hit our father with an axe.

Come on, Silvio.

It's true. Really?

Did you seriously steal it?> Yeah.

Come on, go. No, no. Some things are true.

Some things are true, but he doesn't like me to tell them.

OK, what happened? Are you taking something or...?

I have already finished my drink, she is still with the lemon.

We are celebrating... How come you are here?

That we had taken a walk... Come on, you are.

We are celebrating something. I'm leaving tomorrow and...

Or tonight, I don't know.

But... I'll be back.

Good thing, Miguel.

Yes. I'm so glad you're here.

Me too.

You know her name, right?

-I don't know. -Lola.

She has told me that she is from the north.

Glad to hear it. My name is Silvio.

Yes. And I'm your friend, in this case.

she has given me a very big beating with you for a long time.

Not so much, right?

It is that, in reality, We love each other a lot, you know?

We have played a lot of cards.

Yes indeed. But apart from that, we love each other.

A lot of mischief.

Yes or no?

Haven't I told you what happened with the fur coats?

You also have a stupid face.

Do you remember the coats in Torremolinos?

The roll of... The fur coats?

Damn, when we were going down... Caught in Torremolinos.

Well, it seems to me, yes. It turns out that...

Yes, now, I remember. That, that.

We were... This thing about the coats that says...

We were playing once in one place, in such a way...

that that was had... come on, it's closed,

not for us, but for...

A matter of...

If it had been Saint-Tropez, we wouldn't be here now...

(BOTH LAUGH)

How funny, man. Hey, why don't you...

why not...? I tell you what, huh?

What? Now, let's play here.

Yes, now. How lucky you have been.

But tell Lola about that stuff.

That I am proud about the thing that happened in Torremolinos.

The fur coat thing was next.

This man...

always strives...

and he never pays.

So... You hadn't told me that.

How is he going to tell you? No, no.

Do you not see that he is turning red?

Come on, tell him now, seriously.

Yes. Well nothing, that...

we got into a big fight in a certain club,

whose name He doesn't want to remember,

which turns out that, as a result of this,

well...

the club became overnight

a store selling fur coats.

Damn, start at the beginning which is the problem.

We were listening to a record in a friend's apartment.

That was in the seventies.

Yes, that was a long time ago.

In the seventies. We are now in the nineties.

That was long ago...

But tell him, please.

What was it that we were doing there completely cut off,

that we had...

Tell him, damn. You're drunk, huh?

Me, a little bit. So, I'm going to tell you.

So, we are...

In short, we embezzled, a...

How is this called?

Count, count.

Then we arrive at an apartment

We went under certain conditions unbeatable:

expenses paid, right?

He was doing timpani, doing things, do you remember?

Very bad, by the way.

Casino...

He was not a musician,

but a great connector with the audience.

Yes, right?

This is our point. I'm neither.

And now, are you playing a lot,

getting into the music? That's true.

Yes. How long has it been since you last saw each other?

It's been a while. I think you'll like it.

Also, I want to tell you something.

That's why I told you about luck, because I'm setting up a topic...

Do you remember that of "mom and dad"...?

If I remember everything, what I want you to tell him is

the roll of skins, which is very good.

You tell him.

You tell him, Because I don't remember, man.

What a cut, I don't remember. Don't you remember?

I Really don't.

Well, it's the same.

But don't intrigue me anymore. If you're not telling me.

Also, I see your eyes are a little strange.

Yes.

Do you remember?

Yes. But I'm not the one who has to tell it.

It's you, man. Was it the Ricky thing?

It is, it is, it is.

You are on the right track.

You are on the right track. But that is not so.

Well, tell it now.

-Tell me about it. -No, I dont want to.

Well, you don't feel like it.

You're making me nervous. Are you telling me or not?

Come on, tell me. I think this is a cut.

It's a cut. Yes, I am a little cut off.

We're fine, right, Lola? Of course we're fine.

Well, I'm going to tell you.

It turns out that we are staying at Ricky's house,

the best organist in Spain.

And then, we have put first...

That's why I am telling you that he was right about the skins.

It's giving me a... Don't talk to me about fur.

You are finding this out now that I am telling you.

I'm going to make an effort, by memory.

Come on, tell me about fur, tell me about fur.

I just had a few bottles, not a few drinks.

And then, I have already given with what Miguel says.

The daughter of a collaborator

of Hitler...

(Laughs)

You've already lost your rhythm.

Put a little order, damn it.

(READ) Juan couldn't believe who was with her,

there in front of you.

She asked him to open her robe and come to him,

slowly moving her pussy between her legs.

He leaned back and she sat on his chest,

he felt how the muscles of her hips

little by little they relaxed by putting her pussy on him.

he raised his eyes to see her face

and Juan groaned, he suffered;

it was wanting to be and not being able to.

She said his name and smiled at him,

not because she was amused at his suffering, his anguish,

but because she already was, she was already,

>in love, and Juan is not.

she realized that she had two dimensions between them,

that's why she told him: 'I want to feel you in me,

I want to pee on your chest'.

A slight contraction and, again, a great relaxation

of the belly and thighs Juan felt above himself,

also the hot piss on him.

It was hers, she came from within him;

felt part of him.

she always thought this guy, he was not interested in relationships,

but he was discovering he was only interested

in the woman, the one you truly love,

>which was obtained in this way everything is him

and she had him all.

He wanted to continue on this path and he asked herm for something

that she had never imagined: 'I want to take you by the anus,

I wish to penetrate you, in your intestines, woman'.

When entering her body, Juan felt that he was born there.

He wanted to throw his semen hard and go through it all inside,

dissolving it, in her stomach, in her esophagus,

down her throat to her brain.

I've been waiting for you, but I fell asleep.

I love you, Ana.

I am happy with you.

My love.

My love, my love.

After so long...,

and I only live for you.

(Slow music)

I love you.

I would like to have your child here in Seville.

I want to fill your belly with our son,

make milk flow from your breasts.

Now I understand what you told me the first day:

"Your love fills me,

it overwhelms me,

it gives me strength."

Tomorrow I'll be back with Miguel.

I see everything clearly,

and I feel again that I love him too.

It's hard for me to accept it's more work than I thought.

Go back to him, Ana.

But never forget me.

(Spanish guitar)

Moon on the horizon

and on a clear night.

Moon on the horizon

and on a clear night.

What an empty expression

wake up in my body...

see how the dawn stirs

to the beat of the wind.

Moon that has left me

with arms down.

I have the penalty of only one penalty.

I have the sorrow of only one sorrow,

which is worth more

than all the joy.

And on the edge of death,

and on the edge of death,

I did not ask God for life,

I asked to see you again,

I asked him to see you again.

Because if I don't see you,

you give me death.

Because if I don't see you,

you give me death,

the bad death.

The bad death.

The little eyes that you have in your face

they are the ones who kill me and they torment me.

When you look

to another person,

my sorrows drown me and the feeling changes.

If you sold them to me,

I would buy them from you,

to recreate in them,

inner parts of my flesh, night and day.

I have plenty of heart.

I don't know what I want.

Download my chest is discouragement.

I have no friendship today,

today is a day of crying inside me;

it would rip me off the heart.

And there you stay

I would tell the world.

Nainonaino naino.

Nainonaino naino, nonaino, nona.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I have to tell you

which I know perfectly everything I'm going to tell you

I should shut him up.

I know you are happy with Luis

and with all things that surround you.

I also know that I would have

been happy with that

and may your happiness be enough for me.

But...

I want to confess to you the poverty of my character,

my disability to love you from afar,

I need you close to me,

selfishly.

What do I need

let you see some of my things.

That I am not capable of doing anything

to make it worth it

if you are not going to see it

and it's going to make me feel a little proud

before you.

That I need you to appreciate my things.

That embarrasses me...

to have to tell you that like this.

But your love has made me lose my sense of dignity...

from my own estimate...

of my own identity.

What I have replaced

all the values it had before,

because my only value

is you.

That I have lost, as you see,

the sense of the ridiculous,

the sense of modesty of thinking like this,

to tell you,

to tell everyone

with my voice raised if necessary.

May your love

be the only thing I have

and the only thing that I want to be proud of.

That everything is for you... and I want it to be for you.

That I have lost my fear to say the words

and its sound.

That I have tried to forget you,

but I rebel against this idea

because it's like giving up what I have experienced with you.

There are many things

that would disappear if you are not there

to confirm that they existed.

There is a lot in you

that you don't even know you have,

or maybe

not yours,

but what is...

in you,

and I can't live without it.

Everything I live for I'm not interested right now,

because my constant desire...

is being in you,

dissolving in you,

stop feeling like myself and may you take me,

be you...,

dwell in your chest,

live in your laughter.

I feel like life is exploding

in this spring in Seville.

And I feel everything, like I live it

from afar,

without being able to assimilate it,

without being able to truly live it.

Because you are not there

and I need to breathe it from your mouth,

may you give it to me,

may you make me feel it.

I don't understand

why does your love suffocate me,

it gives me this agony.

I wish I didn't have to say all this,

but I can't help it, you see.

I love you, woman.

I love you.

I love you. I love you.

(Slow music)

Luis was talking to his son and said:

'Things will go little by little fitting into his place, Alberto'.

'It is possible that now don't see it like that,

but you have to trust in life.'

'Two days of happiness will come

what will they be worth for entire years of pain.'

'And they will arrive, Alberto, Believe me, they always arrive.'

As the Cuban poet says:

'The most terrible thing you learn right away

and what is beautiful costs us our lives.'

'I think I know your concern how I know your silence.'

'Never regret the love you give.'

'Even if you think no one receives it, is not lost,

it is not lost.'

'The important thing is to love a lot,

you have to be able to love without measure,

and you also have to be prepared to receive love,

that can come from anywhere

and sometimes even where we want it to come.'

'Because, in the end, the love you receive

It is always the same as what you have given.'

'Believe me it's like that, son.'

'Sometimes, we believe that we are not given what we think we deserve,

that we do not cause in some people

esteem, admiration that we believe we have the right,

but there are also others

in which we receive things very important without expecting it.'

'You see, these months what we have in Seville

they are worth more to me than the forty years of exile.'

'Many things that surround us now They don't make sense to you.'

'There will come a day when a smell, a light,

the way of speaking of a person from our land,

they will amaze you as they amaze me now.'

'You will see that spending four hours with the woman you love

They're worth four months of waiting.'

'All this is true,

you just have to be tough and wait.'

To finish, Luis added...

Believe me, son...,

than only love

is what matters.

Here is the light,

the endearing transparency,

of your dear presence,

commander Che Guevara.

Why don't you tell me something?

What do you want me to tell you?

Anything.

I like hearing you talk so much.

Read me something from that same newspaper.

Public authorities will promote health education,

physical education, sports

and, in general, the proper use of leisure.

Public powers will promote and protect

access to culture to which everyone has the right.

They are recognized and protected the rights

to express and spread liberally

thoughts and opinions

through words, the writing

or any other means of reproduction;

to the production and creation of literary,

artistic and scientific;

to academic freedom;

to communicate or receive freely information,

truthful information by any means of dissemination.

Everyone has the right to education;

is recognized freedom of teaching.

Education shall have as its objective full development

of human personality, with respect

to democratic principles of coexistence,

to rights and freedom fundamentals.

Public powers ensure the full protection of children,

equal before the law

regardless of their affiliation and of the mother,

whatever his marital status is.

And you write on the wall

your grenade of dreams,

your burst of new...

aurora horizons.

And your imagination,

against the gray custom.

Ask, life is ours,

paradise now.

Ask, life is ours,

paradise now.

Paradise now.