All language subtitles for Por.Un.Punado.De.Besos.2014

They say loss is
the real measure of love.

This story took place
during a bit of April,

a tad of May
and all through September.

For a fistful of kisses,

I went out of my mind one day.

For a fistful of kisses,

I found my downfall.

For a fistful of kisses,

I experienced betrayal.

I just have memories left now.

For a fistful of kisses,

I don't talk about love anymore.

Every time I try to forget

I get drunk
and regret everything.

Every time I try to forget,

I get drunk
and regret everything.

I wasn't able to forget him

and he comes back to me,

and he comes back here.

I loved no one else since then.

No one else.

FOR A FISTFUL OF KISSES

A BIT OF APRIL...

The sun rises again. Yesterday,
your heart went to bed feeling down,

but, today, you woke up

and that's what matters now.

Fear, anxiety, ghosts of the past
and ghosts of reason.

Your giants' fight,

your Art Histories.

As long as I have any voice left,
I will keep on singing for you.

As long as I have
any voice left...

THINGS I WILL DO
WITH HIM

As long as I have
any blood left.

How are you today?

There's a nice view of the sea
from the window of your big city.

Looking for a flower
to stop and have a rest.

Even if we don't play together,
if you drown one day, I'll rescue you.

I'll rescue you.

I know that your heart
has put and ad on TV.

You're not asking
that much after all.

Just an ordinary guy who would
take you by the hand and say "yes",

who would go with you
to see that exhibition

in your imagination,

who would enjoy...

Dani?

- Yes?
- I'm Sol.

- May I sit down?
- Yes, sure. Sorry.

What would you like to have?

One beer, please.

Do I look like you expected?

That's not really important,
don't you think?

Yes, it is.

I don't know, I think...

Thanks.

I think your letter was the key.

- It was beautiful.
- Thanks.

- You're a good writer.
- It comes easy to me.

- Have you written something?
- Just as a hobby.

- I'd like to read it. I mean if you...
- Yeah, sure.

Listen...

This is new for me.
I don't even know if...

Well, I do know...

- But I don't want to rush into things.
- Me neither.

- This is important.
- I know.

Do you know why I chose you?

In your letter, you said that...

time is just our way
of spending our life.

And why did you write me?

I'm not totally sure yet, to be honest,
but your ad was revealing.

I don't mean to sound rude,
but may I see a certificate

- or something?
- Yes, yes.

- I brought mine too.
- It's not necessary.

Read it, please.

Shall we go for a walk?

- Do you live downtown?
- No, I don't.

- We could have met somewhere else.
- Don't worry.

- Do you feel like something sweet? Hurry!
- Not now...

Come on!

Defining Sol?

That's impossible.

I don't know...

What does she like?
She likes...

walking by the sea,

Saturday nights
and taking photos.

"Life bites", as she calls them.

She also likes songs with a story,
peach jam...

She hates waking up early,
gray days, arguing for no reason

and lies in all their forms.

But, above all, she loves dusting with
confectioners' sugar her high moments.

So this is it.
This is where I live.

- OK.
- I had a great time.

We could have a second date,
to get to know each other better.

And, if it goes well, another one.
What do you say?

Fine.

Dani, don't think
there's someone else.

- It doesn't matter.
- There isn't.

Bye.

Bye.

Hi, Sol.

In real life,
love is a dream for two people,

where very often one dreams while
the other one lets themselves be dreamed.

For those who love, time is an eternity,
it's just their way of spending life.

We, on the other hand,
will dream and let ourselves be dreamed

at the same time, together.

Even if you don't choose me,
I'd like to meet you.

We could create a bubble
and live inside it.

And, of course,
forgetting about shrinks.

Dani.

DON'T HATE
THE ONE YOU LOVED

Spit it out!

- Interesting.
- Interesting?

- What?
- Is that all?

We talked to get to know
each other a bit, and that's it.

Alright.
What's his job?

- I don't know.
- You didn't ask him?

No. Well, I don't want to go too fast
and overwhelm him.

We talked to get to know
each other a bit, and that's it.

That's all.
He's like me.

Yeah, but it was him who answered your ad,
and not the other way around.

- He didn't look like a serial killer.
- Right, they never do.

- Did he at least prove that...?
- Yes. I saw his medical certificate.

Describe him.

He's attractive.
Very attractive.

He likes the same songs I like.
He's an awesome writer.

I don't know, he has this mixture
of shyness and mystery.

And he walks too fast!
I can't keep up with him!

Well, that makes two of us.

He has these deep green eyes.

And he has these beautiful lips
and an open smile.

He has these strong big hands.

I don't know... It went well.
That's all I can say so far.

So you're taking the chance.

It was just about time,
don't you think?

It's been a long time
since I last got close to a guy.

You're a bastard.

What's up, neighbor?

I can't get these slices in!

That's the problem of online shopping.
You don't get to see the product, so...

- Who'd have thought they'd be so thick?
- Let me try. May I?

Yes, here.

Why are you so nervous?

- I'm late to work. I have so much to do.
- Relax, you're gonna have a heart attack.

You know?
I washed my teeth with a face mask!

- All the tubes look the same.
- Your teeth must be moisturized now.

- Hey, this is impossible.
- Yeah.

So tell me.
How was your date?

Fine. We talked a bit
and agreed to meet again, that's all.

- Describe her.
- 1,65 m tall. Beautiful lips and eyes.

- An angelic face.
- Age?

She's 21.

- Shit, Dani.
- Did you expect her to be 30 or 40?

The ad talked about "rebuilding her life".
That involves having a past.

- Well, you see.
- So you're going on?

I'm thinking about it, yes.

- Don't tell me you liked her.
- Yes, she's gorgeous. But...

As usual, you meet a girl
and your brain just turns upside down.

- Come on, Lidia, I'm not that crazy.
- Yes, you are.

And the worst thing is you drag
everyone else into your madness.

Nothing will happen.
We agreed to meet again.

Next time I see her, I'll tell her
or I'll break up with her. I don't know.

Yeah, "I don't know".
I do know.

You're gonna mess up.
We're off!

Just one thing.

- Is she OK or...?
- Yes, she's fine.

What about you?

- Did she like you?
- I think she did.

- Well, that's dynamite!
- But it'll burst on me, don't worry.

- You're wrong. It'll burst on her.
- I won't tell you anything else.

- And don't tell Sandro.
- Dani, listen to me.

Mamen left, it's over.
You can go out with someone else asap,

but don't play the romantic hero
or look for a substitute.

- Or mix work with love.
- I won't!

Runner magazine, hello!

If you're calling
about the front page, yes...

Dani!

Your cellphone just rang.

Thanks.

Hi, Dani!

- How are you?
- I'm fine. You got ahead of me.

Yes. Tonight I'm having
dinner at my parents' house.

They don't know, so I didn't want you
to call me while I was there.

Sure.

How are you?

I'm fine.

- A bit surprised, to be honest.
- Me too.

I wasn't sure
if you'd want to...

- Go on?
- Yes.

Why not?

- Are you still there?
- Yes, sorry.

- What is it? You're not sure, right?
- Yes, I want to see you again.

I want to see you too.

So when are we meeting up?

Tomorrow.

I can't. Why don't we meet next Saturday
and spend all day together?

Next Saturday then. Will you pick me up
where we met the other day?

- Yes.
- Great.

- Dani, can I ask you a question now?
- Go ahead.

What's your job?

I'm a web designer.

- Well, that's interesting.
- I've got to go now, OK?

OK. OK.

- Bye. Take care.
- You too.

Bye.

Dani!
Sorry I'm late!

It's OK.

- So?
- You look beautiful.

Really?

What do you want to do?

- Shall we walk and...?
- OK.

- What are you thinking about?
- You said your parents didn't know.

No. When I found out,
I left home.

To live with Gloria.
She's an awesome friend.

She took me in
when I was fucked-up.

What about you?

I have my own apartment.

Wow!

How did it happen?

I fell in love with a musician.

Dario.

Everyone told me
I shouldn't trust him...

he was trouble, singers don't fall in love
with their fans, they just fuck them...

But I was blind.

They say silly girls give their hearts
to guys who don't deserve it.

To me, there was nothing else but him.
He knew how to make me feel special.

I was in love.

Do you know what that's like?

Go on.

We used to take precautions,
until...

one night, he asked me to do it
without a condom, and I said yes.

Because I loved him
and trusted him.

Then, I took a morning-after pill,
but I didn't think of anything else.

It didn't even cross my mind.
Shortly after, he went on tour.

He called me and said he didn't want any
strings attached, that it wouldn't work.

And he forgot about me.

He was a bastard.

The day he told me he had AIDS
and I should take the test

was the second worst day
of my life.

Was the first
the day you got the results?

Yes.

Seropositive.

But I was lucky.

It's worse to find out
when it's too late, like he did.

At least for the moment,
we have another chance.

We're just that.

Seropositive.

What about you?

What about me?

How did you get infected?

It was a stupid mistake.

I guess you feel the same way,
but I don't like to talk about it, either.

I slept with a girl
and didn't use a condom.

- Are you still seeing her?
- No. It was in Santo Domingo.

Something unexpected.

But it happened and that's it.

How do you manage
to be so strong?

Strong?

What do you mean?

I'm shit-scared.

You don't seem to.

What do you want me to do?

You've been
through the same things.

First, you break down
and get mad at yourself.

Your plans vanish,
just like your future and everything else.

Dani, you and I are just time.

And, if there's no time,

what else do we have left?

Play along with me!

Hello!
We're here for the apartment.

You almost missed it. I was closing.
But come in, please.

I'll turn the power on.

Come on!

It's perfect for a couple like you.
It needs a coat of paint and that's it.

We love it.

- Could you leave us alone for a minute?
- Yeah...

- He's a bit shy.
- Don't worry.

Once you're done, turn the power off and
close the door. Don't think for too long!

What do you think?

Do you always do this
to be left alone with a guy?

I like to do things without knowing what's
gonna happen. To let fate surprise me.

Hey! You didn't tell me
if you like it!

- It's OK.
- It's OK? You didn't see it all!

You didn't see the kitchen,
the bathroom, the bedroom...

Dani...

If this works out well...

Would we move in together?

- Am I going too fast?
- It's just that I wasn't expecting that.

Am I scaring you,
being this direct?

A little bit.

Are you hungry?

Yes.

Hi, good evening.
Do you have home delivery?

You do?

- But, when a guy comes to you, what?
- I just pass.

Just like that?

People run away
when you tell them you're seropositive.

If you don't tell them, you're deceiving
them. If you do, you lose them.

But they might think you're playing
the tough girl or the prude girl.

- That's their problem.
- What if you would have liked someone?

- That didn't happen.
- But what if it did?

I don't know.

I don't know. I closed my mind to it.
I was vulnerable.

When I realized I had to go on
with my life, I put the ad.

- What if no one had answered?
- I knew someone would.

Why?

There's always someone on the other side,
no matter what's your situation.

- You trust humans too much.
- No, I trust life.

What about you?
What were your plans?

- I've never made any plans.
- I believe you.

One can tell.

You live relentlessly.

- Are you a psychologist?
- No.

I'm a woman and I'm not stupid.

You are who you are.

I put the ad, I called you... Many men get
bothered by women taking the initiative.

What if I'm afraid
of falling in love with you?

You're already in love with me.

And I'm not being pretentious.

I've noticed
the way you look at me.

I've noticed you're blushing!

But let me tell you one thing,
you haven't made me laugh yet.

Oh, Dani!

- I'm trivializing it because I'm nervous.
- No, but you're right.

Anyone would fall in love with you
straight away. Anyone who has feelings.

- Maybe I don't have them.
- That's not true.

You don't know me.

We're all made
of truths, lies and...

in the end,
there's always the same left.

one look, one touch...

You're a romantic, just like me.

Maybe we're the last ones.

Wanna dance?

- There's no music.
- Just imagine it.

Her arms have entangled me again,
they have tricked me and wheedled me,

leaving me incapable
of even speaking.

Her body is like a magnet.

If I come near it to play,
it leaves me completely stunned.

Her eyes tell the truth

and sometimes lie without mercy,
wandering about.

She's like that,

a woman for me.

And her waist is like a yo-yo
she and I play with,

turning it around and around.

Kissing her lips means to live,

to devour this moment.

My arms move slowly now,
flying like a cormorant,

swinging with the wind,

changing the tides

with gentle movements.

She appears
and disappears again...

She slips between my fingers
like a fish.

I want her
as if I was about to lose her.

She's like that,

a woman for me.

Her arms are like a place
to run away to and forget everything,

a home, an eternity...

an infinite sea

- to navigate.
- Yes, let's go.

It was a very special night.

It was to me too.

- Do you want us to meet tomorrow?
- Yes.

Would you mind picking me up here,
like a date and all that?

Sure.

Alright, then.

She slips between my fingers
like a fish.

I want her
as if I was about to lose her.

She's like that,

a woman for me.

She appears
and disappears again...

She slips between my fingers
like a fish.

I want her
as if I was about to lose her.

She's like that,

a woman for me.

She's like that...

See you tomorrow.

A woman for me.

For me.

What?

See you tomorrow.

Good morning!
Ensaimada! Great!

- That is so cool of you!
- It's Sunday.

- And you've woken up early.
- I just got home. I didn't go to bed yet.

- You don't look like that.
- Yeah...

That's because it wasn't
really an exhausting night.

I've spent the night arguing with Ismael.
What about your night?

Good.

- I like him?
- Seriously?

Yes.

- He's so cute.
- You said you were taking it slow.

I know, Gloria! But now I see there's
no such thing as being totally sure.

You always have
to take some kind of risk.

Alright. Someone has to play
the devil's advocate and that's me.

A one-night stand is one thing.
I would encourage you to do it myself!

But this...

What makes you see things
so clearly so soon?

He's transparent.

He looks at me
as if he hadn't seen a girl before.

- Like a scared cat.
- Just what I needed to hear!

I don't know...
There's something about him...

- Delicious.
- You mean the ensaimada or him?

- Don't take your bad night out on me!
- Leave my night alone and keep talking.

- What about him?
- What?

- He likes me.
- What if he does want a one-night stand?

- He's not that type.
- How do you know?

- He's not!
- Just because he's seropositive

he has to be a good guy?

- How did he get infected?
- Shit, Gloria.

- He had unprotected sex.
- Just like that?

What do you mean...? It happened
in Santo Domingo and it was a crazy thing.

- So he put it where he shouldn't have.
- Come on!

- Well, that's not a point in his favor.
- Fine. Are you sure about Ismael?

Alright, touché.

But that's different. I didn't put an ad
and I know what he's up to.

Look, Gloria.
We all carry an ad around.

They say: "Help", "I want to get laid"
or "I believe in everlasting love".

- You're ready to be with him forever!
- I don't know!

That's not love, Sol!
That's desperation!

- What?
- Nothing.

Sandro is sleeping, be quiet.

- Do you want to talk?
- Yes, but I'm in a hurry.

What is it?

I like her.

- You like her.
- More than that.

- How many times have you seen her?
- Twice.

- And you have a crush on her already?
- Yes.

Even if she has AIDS?

- She's seropositive.
- Call it whatever you want.

What do you think
she'll say when she finds out?

That's the question.

As long as she doesn't know...

- As long as she doesn't know, it's OK.
- What do you think this is? Great love?

Apart from the fear that you should have
to have sex with her, even using a condom,

I can think of a dozen reasons
to ask you not to go on with this.

For her, because you're gonna fuck her up,
but also for yourself.

Don't you see
she can develop a deadly illness?

- And don't you see I can help her?
- Do you think it's that easy?

I've been living with Sandro
for three months.

And I swear it's complicated.
It's damn hard!

- I'm not convincing you, am I?
- No.

No. Since Mamen left me,
I see things differently.

Either you tell her
or forget about her.

- Hey, Dani!
- What's up, dude? I was leaving.

Don't worry.
How are you doing?

Just getting by.

- I can see that.
- I'll leave you alone. We'll talk later.

Hey, call me.

Are you gonna tell me?

It's a complicated story.

Yeah, I figure.

Knowing Dani,
anything is possible.

Yes, but this time
it's different.

Shoot.

- Come on.
- Later.

A TAD OF MAY...

Mamen!

How are you?

What do you want?

Nothing, just see you and talk to you.
Five minutes.

No.

- Please, it's important.
- I won't get back with you, forget it.

- It's not about that.
- Fuck you, Dani.

Mamen, I swear I won't ask you
to get back with me.

Really?

No, this time it's about me.

- I'm not interested.
- Can't we go to the bar and talk?

- No way, Dani!
- OK.

Then, please, answer me a question.
Just one question.

Mamen, did I make you laugh?

- What?
- I know it's more complicated than that,

but please answer.
Did I make you laugh?

Yes. You did
at the beginning.

You were funny.

You were witty and always found a way
for us to have fun.

It didn't last long,
but it was the best part of it.

What happened next?

- Next, your real self showed up.
- Come on. Did I treat you that bad?

Dani, there was
always an article,

a report, a fascinating subject. Always
something or someone more important.

- No, that's not true.
- Yes, it is true, Dani!

At least, that's how I felt.

I loved the Dani
who knew how to move me.

The one that made me feel
like a goddess.

That one...

That one did make me laugh.

Is this what you wanted to hear?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Are you OK?

No.

Who is she?

- Why does it have to be someone?
- I know it does.

I hope you're looking
at your heart for the first time.

- Why do you say that?
- Your eyes.

They look different.

Well, this is my house.

This way.

It has nothing to do with mine.

Would you show me your room?

Sure.

THINGS I LIKE ABOUT DANI

Stop peeking!
That's private! Dani!

OK, I'll stop. But just because
you wrote that you like my butt.

You're such an idiot!

Shaggy Japanese chicks?

- You have good taste in movies.
- I don't like it. I used to work in this.

- Were you a porn star?
- No!

I used to dubbed them.
I specialized in Japanese movies.

- Holy shit!
- What?

Hey, when I left home,
any job was a luxury.

Except working as a Playboy bunny,
I did all kinds of things.

And what do you do now?

In the summer, I work
as a waitress in a sidewalk café.

In the future, I'd like to find a job
related to photography.

- Are these yours?
- Yes.

They're good.

Thanks.

Let's have some dinner.
I bought Japanese food.

So it's Japanese night today?

I finally made you laugh.

Yes, you did.
Come on.

- What is it?
- I could never handle these.

Let me help you.

Look.

Like this.

You're terrible!

Let's see...

Better?

That's it!

Come on! Come on!

- Hold on! Hold on!
- It's like...

It's as if I was looking at you,
you know?

- It's mind-blowing!
- OK! Give me that! You've seen enough!

- Oh! I'm coming!
- No! I want to hear you coming!

What?
You're gross!

Yes!

Wait.
Give me some.

I can't believe it!

Shit.

It burns, doesn't it?

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Don't you ever talk about
what's happening to you?

No.

Denial or caution?

Both, I guess.

- Tell me what you were thinking about!
- Nothing, really!

Have you made love with anyone
since you found out?

No.

Me neither.

Do you miss it?

Not the physical part,
but I do miss the emotional part.

What?
It's there again!

- What?
- That look!

I guess I wasn't ready for this.

- What is it? You still don't trust me?
- I do trust you, Sol.

- I don't trust myself.
- But if you don't try things,

you'll never know
if they'd work out fine.

- Sol...
- Look, forget it! Really. We...

We have plenty of time for this.

I know I overwhelmed you when I talked
about moving in together if it worked out.

But we could keep getting to know
each other better and then decide.

There's no hurry.

Inevitable things are
good and bad at the same time.

Maybe.

Oh, God!

I'm gonna fetch some towels,
or we'll get cold.

- Do you want to have one last drink?
- Yes.

This was our third date.

The turning point.

What do you mean?

Well... I mean
we know each other...

a bit more. We know what we want
and what we expect.

But I still see fear

in your eyes.

- And that something that puzzles me.
- Do you see puzzlement in my eyes?

Yes. Not even what we're feeling now
can wipe it off?

- You're incredible.
- No, I'm not.

But I don't want
to look like I'm stupid either.

Dani, I didn't know
what I was going to find.

I had set the bar low.
Very low.

You've been more
than I expected to get.

And it makes me so happy. So much so
that I'm terrified that it could go wrong.

Sol...

- I need to tell you one thing.
- Dani, wait.

Don't say anything tonight.

Let's give ourselves two days.

Two days to be more sure.

Yes?

- Will you call me?
- Sure.

No, you can leave a message.
When he's back...

- Elias, do you have a minute?
- Yes, come in.

Well...

How is it going?

Bad.

It's going bad. I don't think
I will be able to write that article.

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

You said you'd do a deep research.
Something different, original,

with a personal, straightforward approach.
About a forgotten, taboo subject.

- Yes, I know what I said.
- So?

Well, I've changed my mind
and...

I can't write it. Give it to someone else,
do what you have to do, but I just can't.

Listen, Dani.

You're good. You've done
some fairly decent things here.

You've got ideas and style.
It's in your blood.

But that's all. You can't afford
to do something like this yet.

- I know, I'm sorry.
- No, you don't know.

And I don't give a shit that you're sorry!
It'd be our special report in two weeks!

And on the front page!
Your first front page, for fuck's sake!

What's wrong with you?

- It's personal.
- Shit, Dani!

It's just a report on AIDS in Spain today.
The way they live, the things they feel...

- What's going on?
- Elias, please, it's personal.

Don't give me that bullshit.
Where do you think you are? College?

I thought you'd kill
to write that report.

And I would have.

Have you got involved?

Dani!

Give me this week.
OK?

- You're not gonna tell me?
- Not now. I can't.

Fine.

Aguirre got sick.
Maxi will give you his notes.

You write it.

- Elias...
- I've got work to do.

How did it go?

I think I need a drink.

I think I need a drink too.

In the three months I've been
working here, we'd never talked.

Sorry, I'm not going
through a good time.

I know.

- You do?
- Well,

people in the office say
your girlfriend left you.

- Those bigmouths!
- It's OK.

When you think you have something serious
and it ends, you feel like you're naked.

Do you by chance know something
about the extinction of whales?

He gave you Aguirre's report, didn't he?
If it makes you feel any better,

I've been writing all the shit
no one wants to write since I arrived.

- So you'll end up doing alright.
- Yeah, I guess.

But it sucks anyway.

Hey, do you believe in aliens?

- Excuse me?
- Sorry. Silences make feel uncomfortable.

But do you?

I only believe
in the Rolling Stones.

The eternal question.
Beatles versus Rolling Stones.

- Which do you prefer?
- Debunking myths.

What?

I mean the Beatles-Rolling Stones rivalry
is full of myths and legends.

- Really?
- Really.

The Beatles want to hold your hand and
the Rolling Stones want to burn your city.

- You're a know-it-all.
- That line is not mine.

- But which do you prefer?
- The Beatles. They were the first ones.

The Rolling Stones came after.

I wouldn't mind having an affair
with one of them, though.

- What about you?
- Which do I prefer...?

No.
Not that.

Who would you have
an affair with?

Listen...
I'm sorry, it's not you...

No, no!
I didn't mean it like that.

I just wanted to know
your type of girl, that's all.

So you know
nothing about whales.

No!

- OK! Stop it!
- Say it! Say it!

- You scare me.
- Me? Why?

Dreams hardly ever come true. I'd like you
to have your feet on the ground.

My feet are already on the ground.
I feel so good, so happy...

- You've seen him three times, God!
- So?

You haven't even slept together yet,
so you don't know if you really like him.

Look, even if I took
the best of my orgasms

and multiplied it by ten,

it wouldn't be even close
to what I feel when he looks at me.

But he's not even sure about it!

He loves me.

Really?
He loves you?

Look, the circumstances
made it different.

We are different.

No, sweetheart, no. Everybody loves you.
You're sweet, you're a magnet.

Sure! But if they found out,
they'd run away. So?

- I'm just saying that maybe...
- Look, Gloria.

Dani doesn't run away
because he's like me.

He's like me.

Yes, maybe we're living in a dream
or trapped in an illusion, whatever.

But this made us have hope again.
The problem is...

He refuses to face up to reality,
he's confused...

as if he didn't understand
what's happening to him.

What if he's desperate?

Why don't you help me?

Shit, all the couples start dating even if
they're not sure if it'll last forever.

It still sounds to me
like an impossible love.

Well, I don't think there's such thing
as impossible love, just bigoted idiots.

It's ringing.

- Won't you answer it?
- No.

- He's been calling for days.
- I know, but I don't want to.

No...
I'm not ready for it.

Maybe when you're ready
it'll be too late and you'll regret it.

Gloria, I don't like goodbyes.

Mrs. Amalia...

Thanks for coming.

How is he?

Bad.

I'm so sorry.

I'll leave you alone.

Sol!

Hi, Dario.

Come in, please.

Thanks for coming.

Sit down.

I needed to see you.

I've had a lot of time
to think and...

And I never said I was sorry.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Do you hate me?

Yes, but not because
of what you think.

I loved you blindly
and I trusted you.

There's just one way to hate.

And that word should be removed
from the dictionary.

- If I could...
- It's OK, Dario. It's alright.

It's useless to think
about what could have happened.

Everything is different.

But not necessarily worse.

I look at life differently.

It hurts so much to go.

Maybe you were never here.

My love...

Thanks for your apology,
I needed it.

And thanks
for making me come here.

- Do you mean it?
- Yes.

Because now I want
to live to the fullest.

You've always been so special.

You made me feel special.

You were the best thing
in my life.

The best thing.

- I don't know what else to say.
- Don't say anything.

I'd like to see you smile.

For the last time.

Please.

Goodbye, Dario.

Goodbye.

Come here.

Bye.

BOYS
I WILL NEVER FORGET

Hi, I'm Dani.
Leave your message after the beep.

Dani.

I love you.

Sol!

Hey! Hi!

It seems
like the end of the world.

- You're soaked!
- I know.

I needed to get wet.
To feel alive.

What are you doing here
this early?

Come here.

What's wrong?

Sol...

Your Dani...

- What did he tell you?
- He's not "my" Dani.

- Sol, what did he tell you?
- About what?

About his job.

- That he's a web designer.
- Just that?

- Yes.
- Daniel Torras.

Yes!

WHALES

- I don't get it.
- Look at the signature.

He's a journalist.

But Dani...

I called the magazine...

He is...
He's writing a report

about AIDS today.

I'm so sorry, honey.

I'm only asking you three questions
and I want the truth.

Are you the Daniel Torras
who writes for the newspaper?

Answer me, will you?

- Sol, listen...
- No! No! Is that you?

Yes.

So you're a journalist.

Yes.

Are you seropositive?

No.

- Come on, honey.
- Sol! Sol, listen!

- You've got your report.
- Sol! Wait! Take this!

Sol, open the door, please!

She won't answer.

This time, I really screwed up.

Does it hurt?

I think I'm immune
to everything except her.

Then disappear.

Take a few days off.
Summer is almost here.

As Napoleon said:
"The only victory over love is flight."

- Just don't go to London.
- Why?

What do you mean why?
Because all our idols died there.

And at 27 too.

Shit, Lidia.
You and your sense of humor!

I don't want you
to turn this into a tragedy.

Stop it.

Dani, time flies.

Keep the good memories
and turn this page in your life.

I swear I don't know how.

I like this page so much
that I don't know how to move on.

Then maybe you should change
the whole book.

Are you a journalist?

Yes.

Are you seropositive?

No.

All the songs remind me of you.

Songs always lie.

But I love you all the same.

ALL THROUGH SEPTEMBER.

Thanks for helping me out
with the report.

That's the normal thing to do
between colleagues, right?

- What's normal and what's not?
- Why do you say that now?

Half the world seems to have gone crazy
and the other half was already crazy.

- And where do we fit in?
- I was already crazy.

Me too.

- Do you miss her?
- Who?

Your ex.
Mamen, right?

Do you know what she said
to ditch me?

Only groupies, dealers and members
of the band can stay in the dressing room.

"Una sola notte".

Do you speak Italian?

The song they're playing.
"Una sola notte".

Just one night.
And, yes, I speak Italian.

- Cool, huh?
- Very cool.

Well, everything is perfect, Sol.

- What?
- You're strong as an ox.

You lost weight though.
Aren't you eating well?

- Yes.
- Well, something happened to you.

- A few things, yes.
- Like what?

- The guy who passed it to me died.
- Don't let negative things get into you.

Right now,
your mind is the best medicine.

- You know I try to be positive. But...
- Sometimes we hit rock bottom, I know.

But, when that happens, we must
get back on our feet no matter what.

- Yes.
- Why did you went to see that guy?

He called me.
He wanted to apologize.

- Maybe you shouldn't have gone.
- I know.

But maybe I needed it too.

Well, Sol. There's not much I can do,
but you can. Take care and eat well.

Go out! Have fun! You're going
to live many years, trust me.

- Are you dating anyone?
- No.

- Well, do it.
- Right, like it's that easy!

You're young and attractive. You have
something special and you know it.

- Use it.
- Who would want to date me?

- Give it a try.
- I did. It didn't work.

Was he seropositive?
Did he know you...?

Yes!

Well, you're not the type
that gives up.

If I date someone and tell them
that I'm seropositive, they run off.

- If I don't tell them, I'm lying to them.
- There's always a middle way.

Look for it.
Not everyone is an idiot out there.

As a matter of fact,
do you want to go out with me?

- Not even you would dare to do that.
- Says who? I'm a free man!

My wife died
last year from cancer.

- I'm sorry.
- Do you know how it feels to be a doctor

and not being able to do anything
for the person you love the most?

But I'm here.
And I'm going to live.

Not just for myself,
but also for her.

Don't go through this alone, Sol.
Share it with someone.

- Long time no see.
- I know.

Too much work.
I spend all day at the office.

How are things with Marta?

- Just fine.
- Good!

Right?

- I miss Sol.
- Do you really see yourself with a girl

you wouldn't be able to make love with
without all the precautions in the world?

I've been thinking about that.

- The pros and cons.
- You mean the few pros and the many cons.

Well, I've been thinking about it and
the only thing I know is that I miss her.

I think that was kind of like a rush
which made you mistake love for...

- necessity, work... I don't know.
- No, Lidia.

You didn't get to know her.
She was special.

- Alright, so what?
- So what?

- Yeah!
- I fell in love, Lidia!

And I screwed up because
I did everything wrong from minute one!

- I don't like to see you like this.
- Everything can be overcome.

What if come over for dinner
tonight with Marta?

I'll go. I swear.
But when I'm in a better mood.

Good.
I have to go home now.

How is he?

Not well.
He misses her.

I thought he was with that girl.

I don't know.
I'm worried.

- He should go and see her, then.
- It's complicated.

- I had never seen him like this.
- You must go through it to get over it.

I don't know...

You and I...

What?

Will things go well for us?

Who knows that?
Huh?

So?
What did the doctor say?

No news. I'm fine.

Do you want to go out
and celebrate?

Why don't we order some pizza
and celebrate here?

Because it's not the same, Sol.
Listen.

There's a world out there
that you don't see!

- Come on.
- I'm not in the mood. I'm really not.

Do you miss him?

- In spite of everything?
- Yes.

He acted as a real jerk.

Yes, he acted like a jerk,
but I don't know if he was a jerk.

Because
I didn't let him explain.

Gloria, what's wrong?

I thought
you were getting over him.

Well, step by step.
I still miss him, but...

Don't worry.

- Gloria.
- I'll be right back.

What's wrong?

Gloria!

- Take it.
- What's this?

He must...

He must have left it in the mailbox.
I saw it the following day.

- What?
- He brought it when he came to see you.

- Why didn't you give it to me then?
- I don't know. I guess I...

- I wanted to protect you.
- To protect me? From what?

- It was my decision!
- Sol! Forgive me!

- You had no right!
- I know!

Maybe now...

that things have quieten down...

Right? Maybe it will be easier
for you to make a decision.

It's OK.

Sol, I don't even know
how to start this letter.

Maybe I'll start by telling you the truth.
Just promise me you won't stop reading.

Will you?

I'm a journalist.

My boss asked me to write
a deep analysis about AIDS in Spain.

To me, being a journalist is everything.
Or at least it was before I met you.

Your ad was just what I was looking for.
The intimate side of it.

You know the rest.

That afternoon, as soon as I saw you,
I fell in love with you.

Then, when I realized what I had done,
lying to you, my life turned into hell.

Something changed in me
since I met you.

I'd never experienced anything like this.
I can't write that article now.

I might get fired,
so, on top of all, we'll be poor.

Among all the impossible loves,
I chose you.

I don't know what happened to us,
but it happened.

I don't know what came up,
but it came up.

Love is strange.
I don't want to waste even a second.

I would die
for a fistful of your kisses.

Would you give me
another chance?

Dani.

This isn't working, is it?

No.

- Is it me?
- No.

Then, I don't get it.

Say something, I don't know...

Is there another woman?

Was there another woman?

And it's not your ex.

No.

You're a bastard, you know.

Was she good?

What do you mean?

Sex.

I didn't get to touch her.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

I can't picture you as the romantic guy
living the impossible love story.

- You're not that type.
- It wasn't impossible.

- So what happened?
- I was an idiot.

You had her, but you let her go.

Yes.

Did you love her?

Very much.

Then, yes...

You are a romantic.

I guess
that's what I liked about you.

I would have liked this to work.

Me too.

Take care.

- Hello, Lidia, what's up?
- Hey, you don't answer my calls!

Yeah, I was in a meeting, sorry.
What's up?

- What about dinner next Saturday?
- OK.

- If you have a date...
- No, I don't have a date.

I mean if you have a "date",
you can bring her too.

Right. No, I don't have
any date of that kind either.

Hey, listen...

I'm pregnant.

What?

You heard well.

But...

But did you go for it?

No, not at all.
The pill failed and...

But it's OK.

Well, I'm a bit scared.

Shit! You're pregnant!
I can't believe it!

I've been thinking
about many things and...

I think you should talk to her.

Did you hear what I told you?

Yes, I heard.
I always do.

- See you on Saturday at home, then.
- Bye.

See you on Saturday.

Excuse me.

- Yes?
- He waited for hours. He just left.

- How do you know...?
- Does it matter?

Every time I saw you together,
I felt love was in the air.

Hurry up
and you'll catch up with him.

Dani!

- I love you.
- That's enough.

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for the research in diabetes

and everyone
who faces the illness daily.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

I dreamed of your kisses.

I dream
that I go up your street,

I dream
that I knock on your door

and you're not home.
You're never home.

And you're not home.

You're never home.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

I dreamed of your kisses
because you loved me.

On my way to the street market,

my eyes met yours

and a crystal voice

called me.

And I couldn't stand it anymore.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

I don't care
what people say about me.

I want
your licorice-tasting kisses for me.

I don't care
what people say about me.

I want your kisses...

I want
your licorice-tasting kisses for me.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.

On happiness,
I live on happiness.

I dreamed of your kisses
because I loved you.