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TO THE STARS OF THE COSMOS:

"Love is a bond of bonds".

DARKNESS DEFINES LIGHT.

LOVE IS A LIE!

LOVE IS A LIE?

- Is loneliness a disease? - A disease?

If we consider that your thoughts go through your head...

And you put them in a simple ant. It is possible.

But if you ask me, the loner's mind is the highest.

Away from the noise and the ephemeral aspects of the world.

And thus to know himself, contemplate the details, the supreme truths.

Who knows himself knows the universe.

Good luck.

"El Rey", 24 hours of pizza, how can I help you?

FISHGIRL

1. PHONE.

A vegetarian.

The old man found the bag of anchovies I threw away and went crazy.

“Ah so it was you who throws my anchovies!”.

We don't eat anchovies.

We don’t eat anchovies.

Or anything from the sea.

No.

I'm indisposed.

Shit...

Do you have a cigarette?

Do you know how much I hate that phone?

Really.

I see lights... lights on black.

Black black black!

What are you thinking?

Don't think.

If I...

If I was an infinite regress that doesn't make sense.

I try to remember.

But it’s as if my brain or my mind...

Were an expert at hiding.

- What you laugh about. - What is he laughing about.

Why are you laughing?

I'm serious.

The brain is...

It's like a giant storehouse of information.

Everything you've experienced.

With the people around you, at school, at home, anywhere.

Even from your mom's belly.

The environment, what she eats, what happens to her, everything influences.

Then...

When you grow up, the school, your interaction with your parents.

Everything ...

Everything influences.

It is like a memory store...

It is like a memory supermarket.

Where all products are memories, moments.

And everyone has access whether they want to or not.

It is like our subjectivity.

No...

It is the version of reality that each person has.

But my memory store...

My memory store is empty.

It was looted.

There are only three products and I don't know what they are for

Or what the fuck they do there. What are they?

What did you do to me?

- Who are you? - Is it me?

You know who you are.

You seem like that...

I don't remember the name of that God...

The one with two faces the one you told me about.

The God of changes and transformations.

He has two faces to see ahead and behind.

To the past, to the present...

- And to the future. - To the future.

Sorry, are you okay?

I am going to light another one.

Did you see that?

When someone says...

“Did you see that?” Or, “Did you hear that?”

It is because we doubt our senses.

That is, from reality.

Is it ash?

Not everything has an explanation.

Do not answer!

Don't even think about answering!

Why not?

Because I say no!

Let's eat the pizza it must be cold by now.

I have to go back to work.

You're an Idiot!

Sure, I...

You should throw that phone away.

Then how will I call you?

- Why does he do that?. - You like it when he does that.

Shut up! Shut up!

I'll order you a pizza tomorrow!

APRIL 12. VEGETARIAN.

PHONE VS JOSE + ME.

PHONE WINS.

SCHRODINGER'S CAT.

THE GARDEN OF THE FORKING PATHS.

-That door is alive. -That door breathes.

Everything is ok.

- Camila! - Camila!

I told you! Get out of there!

I asked for leeks not onions.

I brought you everything even the alfalfa for the juice.

Don't be like that I come fully loaded.

I don’t have enough hands But don't worry.

I'm well organized I will do the shopping.

Always the same story with you now you have to go out, again and again.

No problem, i'm going out.

What happened is that I bumped into Nachita

And she kept me chatting.

It’s always the same story with you.

And what do you want?

I was going to ask Raquel for something... But I forgot.

Mr. Edmundo...

Miss Camila.

Tell Raquel to please clean my room.

But don't throw out any pizza boxes they’re counted.

The extravagant pizza box collection.

I’m supposed to have copies of all keys for every room.

Ok.

Good morning.

Late as always.

2. THE VAMPIRE.

Do not move!

I told you Do not move!

Where did it go?

Where did it go, who?

DOUBLE MOZZARELLA. TODAY JOSÉ MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH....

THAT I FORGOT SOMETHING WAS WRONG.

PEPERONI. JOSÉ ARRIVES AND THE FEAR IS GONE.

PALMITOS. WE ARE THE NARRATORS OF OUR OWN HISTORY....

THERE ARE NO CATEGORIES THAT SEPARATE FICTION FROM NON-FICTION.

JOSE AND I.

WHO LOOKS OUTSIDE SLEEPS. WHO LOOKS INSIDE AWAKENS. - CARL JUNG.

I write down what I feel and see that I don’t want to forget.

Sea, tranquility, salt, wind, sand, humidity.

Skin, smell, fish... Dead.

Dead fish... ugly. Dead smell.

Are you Ok?

Loves the swimming pool.

Tell me that story about the mermaid.

She is beautiful, she is beautiful.

His face is broken. His face is broken!

No, not today.

What's wrong?

I think it's time for me to leave.

Where?

As far as my legs will carry me.

Hey!

There are already many signs, I think it is time for me to go.

I have been in the same place for too long.

It’s time to escape.

I’m an expert escapist.

Teach me.

You have made me delayed.

Camila…

Do you remember that little hotel you lived in when we first met.

Where the anchovies incident happened.

You disappeared and I didn't ever hear from you.

I did call you.

A month later Camila!

Ok...

If it happens again...

I will be patient and wait for you.

But if too much time goes by i will have to go find you.

Do not say that.

If someone leaves it's because they don't want to be found.

If something happens to you? How will I know if I don’t try to find you?

I'll find you, ok?

Ok.

Meanwhile, we have to keep trying.

No, not today.

What do you mean “no”?

i was investigating and what you have is vertigo.

That fear of cars is vertigo.

I’m telling you “no”.

I's like riding a bicycle nothing will happen to you.

It's worse! And I don't even like bicycles!

You sit behind me, you hug me...

I turn it on and see what happens.

Camila...

Ready?

No please ... not now.

Jose!

No, no, no please ... fuck!

It’s always the same with this fucking bike!

- Whenever I want to go. - José!

Fuck!

We’ll talk later, ok?

Wait, don't go.

Don't leave him alone.

Jose!

Every time you have to delivera pizza to this address...

Something happens. It takes time for you to return, isn't it weird?

The bike doesn’t start.

“The bike”...

Wear a helmet, take care of that head, kid.

Quick Jose, quick!

Pizza!

Hello!

Hello!

A pizza!

Camila?...

Pizzeria "El Rey"?

Yes... A mozzarella?

Yes.

You know what...

Leave it inside, I’ll get the cash.

Ok...

The director also referred to the ashes of the Cotopaxi volcano.

Saying that citizenship use face mask to avoid intoxications.

A new telluric movement was registered today in the Ecuadorian capital.

According to the report of the geophysical institute.

It had a magnitude of 4.9 degrees.

Registering landslides from the quarries located in the north of the city.

Good morning.

Raquel threw out six boxes of pizza. I’m going to kill her!

Are you going out to work?

What time do you have?

About a quarter past seven.

Shit.

And when do you get to work?

At 9:00.

You’ve got time.

Not if you must walk through the entire city to get there on time.

No. I’m not…

It’s from Maria. My wife.

- “Fish friendly” like me. - Ha?...

“Fish friendly” like me.

What do you need?

About what?...

It wasn’t Ms. Raquel who took your pizza boxes.

Yesterday, while she was cleaning up your room.

A masked man entered and took some of your possessions.

He entered my room?

No one saw him go in or out, only Ms. Raquel...

He went directly for those pizza boxes and took some.

I wonder... Who would be interested in some pizza boxes?

Apart from you obviously.

Jose...

Let’s go.

Last night I saw Jose’s motorcycle outside.

But I didn’t see him.

It seemed odd to me because we saw each other just minutes before that.

At what time did you arrive last night?

Late…

Very late?

I don’t know, I don’t wear a watch.

I woke up early and the bike wasn’t there anymore.

Have you ever seen you neighbor in front of your room?

The man from number 3?

Do you know him?

No, no idea.

See you soon.

She forgot all the paths to her home.

3. THE GIRL THE DOG & THE BUTTERFLY.

Let the ground shallow you.

DHK PAID.

The sea. salt. sand. humidity.

- Dead fish smells. - Dead. horrible. Dead.

Dead!

- Bad. Something very bad. - Dead smell!

- Camila remember. - Do you remember? Can you hear me?

Silence.

It is horrible. Horrible.

- Shut the fuck up!. - Camila, run away!.

Let the ground shallow you.

Let the ground shallow you.

Let the ground shallow you.

Silence.

- You have nothing to remember! - Run away!.

No, please don't!

Why don't you listen to me. Stop it!

- Camila! Run away! - I say stop it!

Ants live in highly organized communities.

Due to its maximum collective and social organization.

And to its ability to modify habitats.

These parallels with human societies.

They have long been a source of inspiration.

And the subject of numerous studies.

"Studies".

They have no idea what they are saying.

Subordination, obedience, discipline.

Those are human categories, not of these beings...

That reach poetic dimensions.

As elegant as always Ms. Maria.

Making daytime more pleasant.

And nighttime...

The nighttime less dark.

Sorry, I couldn’t find the key.

Thank you.

Do you have a few minutes? I’d like to speak with you.

Sorry, I’m tired.

I have some news for you.

Jose?

Sit down.

I’ll tell it to you while I make some tea, it’s good for you.

Have you ever come to this Hotel?

I mean...

Before you rented the room?

No, I don’t think so.

Maybe a couple of months before you started living here?

I don’t remember.

You don’t remember?

Where are you from?

I’m from the coast.

Are you from Quito?

No, I’m from the coast.

You don’t look coastal.

I thought you were from Quito since you don’t speak much.

And why are you in Quito?

I don’t know… I got stuck here.

- That man is good. - He talks like us.

- Do not be afraid. - He is gentle.

You don’t look coastal.

It’s because I look like my mother.

And where is your mother from?

From the sea.

Tell me what do you see?

Freedom?...

A lot of people can’t deal with abstract concepts.

They need concrete images.

I can’t explain to a bird what freedom is.

I have to trap it so it knows what it isn’t.

Imagine a kid who develops a kind of sensitivity that others cannot perceive.

What will their parents do? Or adults?

Has an “imaginary friend" they say.

Serve yourself.

Go on.

They don’t belive the possibility that a phenomenon may be interacting with their child.

They use the "imaginary friend" or "monsters don´t exist".

From their thoughts. Not in the others perception.

They don’t allow the possibility that an aspect from reality is interacting with their son.

And that they are stupid adults unable to understand it.

Incapable to perceive it.

Are you able to perceive beyond the social consensus?

Are you able to perceive something beyond acquired language?

What?...

The question is...

Who are you talking to?

No, wait.

It’s for my studies.

This hotel. Other tan being a hotel of course.

It’s a laboratory. It’s a micro-environment, a garden full of plants, a pond full of fish.

Where every part of every plant, every leaf, every branch, every scale of every fish.

Are by themselves a garden, a pond.

We are all a living mirror, an organism inside a bigger organism.

That at the same time is part of everything that breathes all together.

Everything relates with everything.

You just have to see it.

And that is what’s difficult.

Sorry but...

Could you tell me...

Who are you talking with? Who is it? How is it?

How does it look like?

What is its shape? Wait…

The tenant from number 3 left the room...

He paid in advance and left.

He left this on his bed.

I think it is for you.

Because it is you, right?

It seems like the one who took the pizza boxes also took the delivery man.

- He was right in front of me. - This was next to it.

Look.

“The Lugosis”.

Ms. Raquel’s vampire theory, it wasn’t that crazy.

You’re welcome, we are at your service.

- It is a message. - What does it mean?

- He's talking like me. - I hate it!

- Alan! I don't like you. - Don't get angry.

I hate you!.

Why a fish?

Why not someone who could hug me?

Like a gigant teddy bear.

It’s not about “conspiracy theories” or “paranoia”.

It is about “paranoid consciousness” which is not the same.

It is about trusting in our own perception against the proposed narrative.

THE ESSENCE OF CHAOS. THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT.

THE SUICIDAL LOVERS.

- Hello, we're not at home. - Or yes, but we don't want to answer you.

You'd better talk to the answering machine, yes?

- After "Biiiip". - After "Biiiip".

Hello?...

Alan?...

Alan?

4. RAINBOW.

ALTERNATIVE EDUCATION & PSYCHOTHERAPY.

MAGISTER IN PSYCHOANALYSIS AND CHILD AND ADOLESCENT PSYCHIATRY.

Hello love.

Hello mom.

What happened to you?

You didn’t see it in the yard?...

Those girls beat me up.

Alan you are pale.

Haggard.

You are not ok.

I am ok.

No, you’re not.

How are you?

Do you want smoke?

Ok.

The day of the earthquake was terrible.

Poor children how they suffered, The contingency plan…

- Hello Alan. - Hello.

What’s with that look?

I have no idea.

So...The contingency plan didn’t work.

Let me take a look…

Sorry.

What else are you going to get?

On God’s name do not get a tatoo on your face.

No way.

Tears under your eyes, never.

- No. No way. - Ok.

Hey son come visit me.

You live right in front of me. It’s the minimum you could do. Right?

I’ll cook something or we order a pizza, watch a movie.

Yeah mom, we could.

Say yes.

- Yes. - Good.

Do you know something about Camila?

No.

Nothing?

No.

Did she stop calling?

Mom, we have to forget her.

Don’t ask that to me.

I cannot.

One of these nights I’ll call and see you.

Alan are you ok?

Yes.

Bye mom.

MERCIFUL JESUS ORPHANAGE.

I have forgotten your face...

But not your stories.

Once Upon a time...

In the skeleton of the seashell.

It is engraved where we come from and where we are going...

The stars.

When they ran away hiding...

Their hearts came back to life.

At three o'clock in the afternoon...

The little girl was drinking her sea-flavored tea.

Life does not end with death...

Is like an eternal diamond.

Or as a perennial flower that blooms again.

The princess...

Slept on her salt mattress.

Let the ground shallow you.

You whisper those words.

"Let the ground shallow you”.

What does it mean? I don’t get it.

The last time I saw José.

When the bike did not start.

I felt something here.

And I did nothing.

I have to find him.

That’s just what Alan wants, but I have to find him.

- No, no no. - No. Wait.

Don't look.

- And don't say no. - No, don't go.

I don’t care about what you say.

- Stay away. - I hate him.

Don't get mad.

I’m talking to you.

- Run away. - Get away.

Don't get angry.

Stay away.

- Run away. - As far as my legs will carry me.

Get out of there.

-It's all right. -Camila, get out of there.

Camila Stay.

You’re still mad.

When we dream, we solve the unsolved.

Because when we fall sleep in this world, we wake up in a different one.

And when we fall asleep in that world, we wake up in this one.

We never stop finding answers.

We never stop dreaming.

What they did to me. Something was done to me.

- You know what they did to you. - Don't be a fool.

- They are just dreams. - You don't have to remember.

What did they do to me?

Don't listen to her. Silence.

It's all right. It's all right.

No!

PSYCHOLOGY AND CLINICAL HYPNOSIS.

Emotional blocks help us protect ourselves from feeling and thoughts…

That we are not prepared to face.

When she ran away...

She was always found looking at the sea.

5. PANDORA'S BOX.

If it has served to travel this path without Maria, it has been to…

To realize to...

To learn how to wake up.

To question things.

To not settle with what I see, what people say,...

What people show me.

With the truth established, with the limits of my five senses.

But the truth is that…

Living without Maria…

Nothing of what I have learned...

Has helped me get away from that empty feeling.

Of huge sadness.

From fear.

One night i sealed the openings of the windows and doors

With tape so that not even a millimeter of air could enter.

Not even a pinch.

I put on some nice music.

Kind, so that it takes me by my hand.

So that it accompanies me on the way.

I turned on the gas burners, all of them.

I drank wine.

And every sip was alternating with sleeping pills.

The sleep came early and it was getting deeper, heavy.

I began to feel tingling all over my body until...

I stopped feeling it.

And everything went dark.

I left my individual self as someone takes off dirty and heavy clothes.

I left the suffering...

I left the he fear.

And it was at that moment that that sound appeared.

And little by little it grew and grew until it was noticeable.

And got annoying, unbearable.

It was a known sound.

A familiar sound that prevented me from continuing.

And that sound began pulling me and pulling me.

And that darkness suddenly broke.

And I woke up drenched in sweat.

Peed, with shaky breath as if...

As if I was submerged underwater for hours...

And had just come out to the surface.

And there I saw her.

Better said, my conscience saw her, because I…

Was puking and crying.

My conscience saw her ringing the bell, again and again.

The unconscious is like the soul.

Can travel through space and time.

Can see or know events from the past and from the future, bring them to the present.

And for some reason...

Making them coincide with what we see and…

“Bum”.

It gets visible in a poetic coincidence.

In a dejavu.

A sensation that there is something wonderful, something extraordinary and magic.

In that coincidence.

In that beautiful synchronicity.

Jose.

-Alan. -Stay Camila.

Run away!

MERCIFUL JESUS ORPHANAGE.

TRAGIC ACCIDENT IN THE ROAD SANTO DOMINGO – ALOAG.

ACCIDENT.

SHE DOESN’T REMEMBER IF IT WAS A DREAM BECAUSE SHE WOKE UP BROKEN IN A HOSPITAL.

Emotional blocks help us protect ourselves from feelings, thoughts that we are not prepared to face.

Calm down.

Yes?

Continue…

The perception of memory is a reaffirmation of reality.

What you can perceive or remember does not exist…

And what we agree that does not exist you won’t perceive or remember.

Mom…

Honey wait a second I’m going out.

6. THE TALE OF A MERMAID.

Once upon a time…

A little fish…

That later turned into a mermaid.

And like all mermaids, lived in the depths of the sea.

In hidden kingdoms inside of hidden underground tunnels.

Every once in a while they go out to the sea’s surface.

Singing songs in ancestral languages with their angelic voices.

Attracting fishing boats that were hypnotized and blinded by their beauty...

They jumped into the sea.

And drowned to death.

One by one they committed suicide.

A rain of men descended into the sea.

This time, for them to be food for the fish.

But a mermaid saw one man that was scared to die.

Standing in the front of his little fishing boat.

Putting up resistance to his death wish.

DEATH FORM. DATA OF THE DECEASED.

She looked at him and he was beautiful.

His fear made him beautiful.

She stopped singing… And fell in love.

He looked at her, and also fell in love.

Every day the fisherman would go to the sea in search of the mermaid.

Sometimes she would go meet him.

And they secretly loved each other.

He couldn’t live without her.

One day he took a net with him on his boat.

And caught her.

He took her to the human world.

And loved her brutally.

Little by Little she lost her fish parts.

And her memories.

Her name...

The kingdom under the sea.

Her language and her songs.

She became his woman.

And from that relationship a girl was born.

A princes.

And even if she didn’t know…

It meant living again.

You told me that story so many times.

So that I wouldn’t forget it.

And I will never forget it.

-Now do you remember? -That sun.

- Take a deep breath. - That rainbow.

Go on and don't listen to her.

What that folder says.

Hey! What did they do to you Camila?

- Let the ground shallow you. - Can you hear me?

Let the ground shallow you.

Let the ground shallow you.

- Let the ground shallow you. - Let the ground shallow you.

Let the ground shallow you!

TRAGIC ACCIDENT IN THE ROAD SANTO DOMINGO – ALOAG.

DEATH FORM.

Let the ground shallow you.

CLEAR EXAMPLE OF ABUSE.

DAD.

Let the earth swallow you.

II: SEXUAL ABUSE / PSYCHOTIC ATTACK. III: STRANGE BEHAVIORS. IV: HALLUCINATIONS.

TREATMENT: CLINICAL HIPNOSIS 20 SESSIONS. PSYCHOEDUCATION.

Let the earth swallow you.

Let the earth swallow you.

Breaking news…

A strong earthquake shakes Ecuador.

Being 18:58 today Saturday 16 of April.

An intense earthquake was reported in the capital of the country.

Although there is still no official information.

It is assumed that the epicenter occurred in the Ecuadorian coast.

While we wait for the government to provide more data...

A big round of applause for “Lovdt & Siego”.

With you... "The Lugosis".

♪ “I open my eyes and you are not there”.

♪ “I close the door and you do not leave”.

♪ “Then the silence is no more”.

“The darkness dazzles me and there is no peace”.

♪ “To be or not to be, you are there or you are not”.

♪ “Whatever it is it always goes wrong”.

♪ “It always goes wrong” “It always goes wrong”.

♪ “There is no love without being suicidal”.

♪ “There is no suicide without courage”.

♪ “There is no love without being suicidal”.

♪ “There is no suicide without courage”.

♪ “It always goes wrong” “It always goes wrong”.

- Run away. - Camila listen to me.

- Camila runs away. Run away. - Run away. Camila.

Enough!.

Scars are open doors, links to our inside and what surrounds us.

There, the original void flows.

A sea of whispers that live without anyone processing them.

Without anyone making them aware.

Scars as a result of pain, trauma.

And that pain as a way to transform, to transcend.

Where madness is nothing other than the manifestation of the divine.

Camila.

Alan…

Where is Jose.

Alan let me go!

Alan!

Where is Jose, Alan!

What the fuck are you doing?!

You’re going to end up in jail!

No.

The end is different.

What do you want Alan?

All of this is your fault.

My fault?

Stop following me!

What for!

So that you look for me again?

You always let me know where you are!

With your calls, your clues, your stupid and strange messages!

And I go like an idiot looking for you!

And you leave again!

And you leave again!

And eventually you come back!

And again!... Listen to me!

Again you leave me something to look for you and everything gets entangled!

It gets complicated as you are!

Listen to me!

And now I understand that you’ll always need me!

You will always need me because you need someone to chase you

To fill you up.

To give sense to that fucking sick brain.

Filled with ambiguities and paradoxes!

Because you’re crazy Camila!

Enough!

You are a liar!

I was in your house looking for Jose.

And found the folder where all of my things are.

My whole life that you’ve been hiding from me, you and your fucking mother!

What we did we did for you.

If we hid things from you is because they were terrible.

The accident you had was a new opportunity to live, to be reborn.

I understood that what we talked or heard are the only things we know.

The rest... What’s not spoken, what’s not thought of, or not heard…

Is forgotten.

"In the world to come let us both be reborn in the same lotus".

8. LOVE.

Mom...

Let them say what they want.

That your mom is crazy That the foreigner is crazy...

It doesn't matter.

Because we do not see things as they say they are, as they should be.

We see them like we are. And we are unique.

In an invisible net that is sowed through the seas, the land, the air, the space.

Each union, each knot in that net...

Is a precious gem, it is a stone that reflects all the other stones...

That form the net.

You are one...

I am another.

And every animal, every person, every plant, every insect, every germ.

Is a stone in this net.

We are connected.

Our consciences are connected, everything you have ever felt.

Everything that goes through your head, every thought, every feeling.

Is in me.

YOU CAN FLY.

And what is mine Is in you.

And my wishes and your wishes they feedback.

Grow, and get stronger, they become one.

Never, ever stop thinking about them and you’ll see that sooner or later, they’ll be fulfilled.

No matter the lives, no matter the time, no matter the memory.

As long as we keep them here.

My love…

Camila.

You don’t belong in the same box as the past tenants, piled up and forgotten.

You are different, look.

You have wings.

Miss Camila I came to clean…

A pleasure to share space and time my liminal girl.

The one that is awake but asleep.

The one that is not in one place but is not in another.

The one on the threshold, between what happened and what is to come.

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