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What's this one about?

Killing demons that have taken over a city.

- Where are they? - Hiding...

Everywhere...

They hide among us, in the buildings...

Behind mirrors and all over.

Liriko did more last night.

I wish I could meet him.

In your dreams. He wouldn't even notice you.

FIND YOUR MISSION

He leaves clues. He must be trying to say something.

Anyway, see you later.

BELLAVISTA

CONSTRUCTION LEADERS IN QUALITY LIVING

YOU'RE A JIGSAW PUZZLE INCOMPLETE

LIRIKO

My name is Sara.

I'm 15 years old.

This is my world. The only one I know.

YOU FEEL YOUR LIFE DOESN'T RHYME

I wander trough these streets like a ghost.

Searching for someone.

Is anyone there?

Searching for the only person who seems to understand me.

The only person who says things wich really matter to me.

Liriko.

Nobody knows who he is.

Nobody has ever seen him.

I've been decoding his messages for a long time.

I know I'm closer than ever.

Hi!

Sara?

Hi, sweetie. Why didn't you answer?

Are you feeling any better?

Honey, I'm sorry about last night.

We all lose our patience sometimes.

But you're not a child any more.

You have to be more realistic.

It's for your own good.

We only want the best things for you.

Call your father later and fix things up, okay?

How was your day?

Fine.

Oh, Sara, don't start.

Our history teacher told us something.

Speak up.

I always have to tell you...

A big mess in the Church a long time ago.

He said...

there was this debate about...

the digestive process and the holy wafer.

Stercorism or something like that.

One side said the wafer

stopped being holy when...

when it dissolved in the mouth of the communicant...

I mean, the guy eating it...

But things got out of hand when

an old monk...

said the wafer never loses its holiness.

- Okay, and...? - Well...

that it's always holy,

even when it becomes excrement.

- When you take a dump. - I don't believe it.

Neither did the Vatican. They were totally pissed off.

- Sara...! - So they told the priest

to repent

or he'd be tortured and excommunicated.

And what did he do?

I don't know. The teacher didn't tell us.

Yeah, great.

You think it's silly, right?

Do call your father, Sara.

RAFAEL BAEZA PROJECT COORDINATOR

BELLAVISTA CONSTRUCTION LEADERS IN QUALITY LIVING

Yes?

Ines... is that you?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara, that's enough, okay?

Raise your hand if you haven't read it.

Sara?

No... I haven't read all of it.

I can't hear you. Can you please speak up?

- I haven't finished it. - Why not, may I ask?

- I tried... but. - But what?

I'm very sorry it was too boring for you, Sara.

Ever heard the expression "When it rains, it pours"?

I'm sure you have.

Luis, would you mind telling Sara what the first chapter is about?

Well...

The first chapter starts with the famous sentence...

"In a place whose name I do not care to remember..."

"Somewhere in La Mancha"

- La Mancha! - Get a clue!

It's okay, don't bother.

Isabel, can you start reading the first chapter, please.

Yes.

"Somewhere in La Mancha,

in a place whose name I do not care to remember,

there lived not long since one of those gentlemen

that keep a lance in the lance rack, an old buckler, ..."

My life happens in places I don't understand

Doing things I don't know what they're worth.

That have nothing to do with me.

No one talks about it,

but there has to be something else.

In that book I found the story to whom nobody believe.

Just like me.

And his fantasies

could be like me own.

"Awaken to understand

and unravel the meaning.

His curiosity and blunder

were so far reaching that the strangest of thoughts came to mind.

His days from dawn to dark,

and nights from sunset to sunrise...

that he lost his wits."

Hello?!

What are you doing still up?

- Studying... - It's about time...

Have you had dinner?

Your dad isn't here, is he?

- I'm going to bed. - Okay.

Mom...

Why don't we ever go into town?

We go to the shopping mall all the time.

No. I mean into town, the old part of town.

I don't know.

Because everything we need is here.

So... tomorrow we have a school trip,

and I've never been there.

"His fancy grew full...

enchantments, battles, wounds...

that if the world were evil and terrible...

a thought came to his mind...

to roam the world here and there.

Seeking it everywhere,

and fight with good judgment

the endless suffering of everyday life. "

Where are you?

You made me lose.

Damn, go talk to him already. He's screaming for it.

Look, he even found a free seat. He's waiting for you.

Nothing? I can't bear to watch you fail.

It's depressing.

This is where I leave you.

I'll try my luck with Remy.

Dario, what are you doing? You left me all by myself.

You're acting really strange lately, man.

You like that geeky girl, huh?

What do you mean? What's wrong with you?

Liriko!

Go!

Hey, Dario!

Did you lose something or what?

Come with me down that street.

There's something I want you to see.

Come on, dude!

Shit, man.

- What's up with him? - Not me.

You go ahead.

We'll be in deep shit if the teacher finds out.

I'm staying.

- Jesus, what a drag. - Come on!

That damn weirdo has you eating out of her hand.

YOUR MISSION

IS HERE

FEEL IT

BEAUTY

LIRIKO

This is a wax representation of Elena's body.

She died over 50 years ago.

She threw herself off the bell tower, hoping to to go to heaven.

As you know, the Church considers suicide a sin,

but the bishop ruled the girl

was driven by an act of faith,

wishing to be closer to God,

to escape a world she did not understand.

Let's continue, please.

Sara!

- Fuck. - Fuck?

Where have you been?

We had to go back and look for you!

Sara, what the hell is wrong with you?

Where have you been?

Well?

You could care less.

Damn, you really blow me away.

If you were mine...

We called the police, Sara.

Now we have to call them back and say, "Sorry about that. We found her."

"She decided to take a fucking stroll."

I'm talking to you, Sara!

Where are you?

What planet are you on?

Were you trying to ruin the field trip?

Great! You did it!

Thanks a lot, Sara!

It maybe

time to give up.

Liriko is only an illusion

I have to lose.

Or maybe I'm not who he wants.

Here beauty is far away from me.

I don't know if I'm able to go on.

YOU'RE A PUZZLE INCOMPLETE

YOU'RE A PUZZLE INCOMPLETE

SAVE ME

BELLAVISTA CONSTRUCTION

Hello?

ACTIONS

WORDS

AWARENESS

I AM THE SOUND OF BEAUTY

COME INSIDE ME

Shit! I'm so stupid.

I MAKE PRETTY RHYMES WITH WHAT I FIND ON THE FLOOR

So this is your hiding place.

I've found you.

I'm finally going to meet you.

FACE YOUR GHOSTS

Everythings begins to make sense.

FOR LIRIKO. SARA.

"It no longer matters what everyone else says.

Fortune

is guiding us better than we could ever have hoped for.

For look there,

where thirty or more monstrous giants present themselves,

all of whom I intend to engage in battle and slay.

It is a service to God indeed to rid the earth

of such an evil breed."

"What giants?", Sancho replied.

"If you are afraid, withdraw to your prayers

as I engage them in fierce and unequal combat."

Thank you, Lara, very good.

I shouldn't let you in. You're half an hour late.

- I'm sorry... - I can't hear you.

I imagine you're apologizing, but I can't understand what you're saying.

My mother was sick

and I had to stay home.

Sure. Got a slip?

- I didn't bring it. - What?

I'll bring it tomorrow.

I'm sorry, I can't let you in.

This is getting very serious, Sara.

By the way, your mother called.

She was worried because you didn't sleep at home last night.

You've been caught!

You're screwed!

Where the hell did you sleep last night?

I was worried sick all night!

And you haven't been to school either!

Great!

I'm totally late for work. If I get in trouble, you're in for it.

Do not leave this house.

You and I are having a serious talk about this later.

I'm sick of it.

You don't care about anything.

We work our asses off and you don't give a damn!

You're always out of it, Sara.

SAVE ME

AWARENESS

WORD

ACTION

Luis, it's Sara.

I found Liriko.

I understood his messages.

He wants me to save that deserted house she lives in.

It's beautiful.

My dad's company is going to demolish it.

I have to stop it. I'll be gone a few days.

Call me.

FORGET ALL THAT BULLSHIT. FOCUS.

"Our acquaintances

may very possibly seem to be those same people...

but that they are so in reality and in fact,

believe it not on any account...

It must be that those who have enchanted me

have taken this shape and likeness...

FOUND YOUR MISSION

for it is easy for the enchanters to take any form they please...

and they may also have done it

to make me uncertain in my mind...

and unable to conjecture

whence this evil comes to me.

I find myself shut up in a cage.

Moreover, one who is enchanted as I am

cannot do as he likes

with himself."

Hi, this is Sara.

Leave a message.

I am

noise in silence.

I am the shadow in your living room.

I am the insomniac walking around your bedroom.

I am the crack in your roof.

I turn saying into fact

and penetrate you

like the air you breathe.

I am the murmur between street corners and avenues.

Hackers up there seek my password

but they'll never get it right.

Here words are the code,

they fly like gargoyles.

Words are a bullet straight to the jaw,

a plague that spreads like ebola,

the arrow

in Legolas' bow.

In this world so fast

are they cripples, invalids feeble and pale,

gray matter, scrawny.

Everyone here

knows that...

YOU are someone

The lives I witness out there don't deserve my silence.

Appearances can be deceptive, but streets and mirrors

show us the unscrupulous truth,

from every angle.

Foco, Prosak, Totem, Medussa,

Liriko.

Liriko? You didn't understand a thing!

Not a thing!

You understood the message, you realised what the mission was.

Never give up

in the face of failure.

It's here.

There's no time.

Follow me.

Wait. Use mine!

Hurry!

Where am I?

What is all this?

This is an infinite moment.

A journey through your labyrinth.

Think fast and waste no time,

the things you need to understand and overcome will not be easy.

Stupid girl, it's your fault we lost Foco.

Your doubts are an insult.

You've disappointed us.

- You don't deserve our help. - But I didn't mean to...

Let's go!

But... am I dead?

No.

Yes.

- Almost. - It's up to you.

You will find the answers if you pass three tests.

Quickly, there's no time. The fuse is short and narrow!

Danger looms like an arrow!

Sara!

Sara!

No! Sara, breathe!

They all do that!

Breathe... Look at me...

Breathe...

Come on, we have to keep going.

Hermes!

Brother, it's good to see you.

You too.

- How are you, my friend? - Fine.

I don't know. It's tough...

A lot of kids.

The cities up there are tremendous. Full of ghostly gazes.

Terrible feeling... You have to be on the ball.

Losing hope is losing yourself.

Don't worry.

There are more like you.

We are many.

Peace, my friend.

Liriko, there is little time.

Others will take care of him.

Let's go.

Sometimes

you compare your life to throwing dice

and getting a zero.

And another zero. And another.

But you're pursued by a strange force.

Just keep going, it says.

Fight...

Live.

Listen up.

First test.

Awareness.

This is the first step: understanding and getting to know your pain.

Facing the deepest part of yourself.

Finding the evil in your subconscious and defeating it once and for all.

Only an exorcism will rescue you from the abyss.

Totem.

Only those who have descended into the darkness,

only those who have fought death and loneliness,

only those who have crossed the black waters of their shit

and their torment.

Only they...

shall be worthy of seeing

the light they carry inside.

But what do I have to do?

You have to go home

and see what still needs to be done.

Sara, you'll soon understand

that we've all been through this.

Everyone.

Calm down.

Sara!

Sara!

Baby... Baby...

You have to come back... Come back...

Come.

No...

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Sara...

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die.

Sara!

You're not dead!

You are not dead.

You're still in your bedroom.

Facing your window.

A great battle is being fought within your soul.

Life...

or death.

Darkness spreads inside you.

No one has prepared you for the pain the world causes.

You're alone before the most important fight.

Listen carefully. We are your personal defense force.

We fought off the attack just in time.

But think, death is on the loose

and it's coming after you.

Only you can stop it now.

This is the way of awareness.

You've passed the first test.

Two remain.

Let's go.

Quick,

you need to make up your mind.

Go where you won't learn anything.

Or where you feel caged in.

But there's another option hidden at the crossroads.

Come on!

You have no talent!

You're a waste of time!

You're useless, you retarded little girl.

We should leave you behind.

If you hesitate like this every time,

how will you ever pass the other tests?

I'll distract her.

FOLLOW YOUR INTUITION MEDUSSA

I'm down here!

We've lost Prosak.

There's a hidden option.

No, you're not hallucinating.

You've entered the world of the imagination.

Where you'll be able to find surprising new options.

Decisions which will free your life in different directions.

Who says reality can't be changed!

A great voice once said it outright:

"Be the change you want to see in the world."

You're going to discover your power.

Hidden in everything, your whole being.

Let me show you...

what no one else

has ever seen.

Wake up, leave, ?ee, seek place, space time,

see, want, have, be able to, return, life,

stay alert, keep quiet, observe, wait, walk, obey, endure, advance,

feel, hug, bite, want,

?y, roar, keep streets,

noises, minutes, hours, days, months, years, calendar,

bad people, rush hour, crashes, damage, steps, laughing,

crying, impossible dreams, kisses, blows,

men, ladies, life, love, always free.

Moon, Earth, sky, clouds, wind, rain, fire, you go up, go down,

you lose, you win, more hitches, more plans, more goals, more fame,

and tomorrow more, hitches, more, more,

citizens, voices, friction, races, lights,

you do, you grow, you live, you sleep,

you struggle, have happy moments, sex, love, friends, enemies, deals,

partners, pacts, duels, prices, healthy,

vices, dirty, jealousy, streets,

squares, bars, cars, nights, shadows, names,

I just want to forget, inspire, breathe, calculate,

watch over, you think, you feel,

you are, you speak, decision, precision,

ambition, hope, intuition, expression,

they're words.

If you think too much about it, you lose.

Overcome your fear and say what you feel.

Express your ideas, your love, your tenderness,

your pain, your rage

Feel your words fill,

connect, resound, breathe.

Feel their load, their dart, their mark, their magic,

their impact,

their brightness, their sensitivity. Their perfect balance.

That penetrates and inspires, that transforms and determines,

that cures and annihilates.

Words are your power.

Enter the zone where you

can be yourself.

We have to wait.

Rest.

What is there?

The second test.

Someone inside is trying to pass it.

VERBO

Soon you will understand.

This girl...

She doesn't deserve our pity.

Look at her.

Look at you.

Look at you.

Deep down we all know

she won't complete the mission!

What's your problem?!

You've given me nothing but grief all along!

I've had it! I can't take it any more!

Hey, you did it so well none of us could stand you.

Even I wanted to kill you.

At last!

It was about time you expressed your anger.

Put a stop to whatever intimidates you.

Totem was only playing the tyrant inside us all.

Well done, Totem.

You'll do just fine, sister.

Hermes.

He was so scared...

We couldn't help him!

There was nothing we could do!

I lost my whole group. All three.

I will stay here.

Liriko...

Liriko... You must continue.

Let's go.

Sara!

Live!

Second test:

words.

The great battle for your soul

between the deepest darkness

and the brightest light inside you.

Living is expressing what you feel,

what you think.

You begin. Attack.

Make yourself known. Be proud of yourself.

Fight...

Live...

Go...

Please...

Let me die.

I can't take it any more.

I'm exhausted.

Put an end to this pain.

This emptiness,

this deep abyss,

wandering, meandering,

faithless, hopeless.

Pointless.

Give me a reason.

Give me a single reason,

I can't find any.

YOU FEEL YOUR LIFE DOES NOT RHYME.

The world is ugly,

sad, cruel,

unfair, miserable,

painful, ruthless,

selfish, cold,

empty, horrible,

terrible.

I'd rather die.

I have reemerged!

Now I will defend myself!

I will conquer you.

I'm here to stop you.

You're pathetic!

You'll only last a few seconds.

You always run away and give in

- to anything that scares you! - No!

I'll defend myself!

You can't!

- You always break! - I'll fix me!

- You fall down! - I'll get up!

- You're in pain! - Yes,

but I can take it!

- Everything hurts you. - I treat my wounds.

- You're the one who keeps them open. - In life you lose.

Yes, you lose, but you learn!

- I love. - And you get hurt.

- I accept the risk. - Sometimes I win.

I decide.

I am my soul.

I am my body. I speak.

I do.

I grow.

I choose.

I change.

L fight.

I feel.

I am! I... am!

Verbo!

A thought

becomes an action.

An action becomes an attitude.

An attitude becomes a destiny.

Awareness and words,

GTE yours.

You did great. Very good.

You've passed.

You won't have to jump any more. You won't want to...

Now you're ready to return.

The third test awaits you.

Action. It lies in what you need to express most

and what is hardest for you to overcome.

Look at chapter 50.

And Medussa...

Prosak...

Totem...

We're inside of you.

We are you.

I am you.

Thank you.

- Sara...? - Hi, Dario.

Hi.

- Are you okay...? - Yes.

Thanks for worrying and calling.

I've had a weird few days.

I'm glad you're okay.

I'm going back to school tomorrow.

- I can't wait to see you. - Me too.

I can't wait to see you either.

Okay, well...

- See you tomorrow, okay? - Wait!

- What? - Where are you?

At home. Why?

Dario?

- Nothing, forget it. See you tomorrow. - Okay.

See you tomorrow.

Morning, Dad.

Looking for these?

What is it, Sara!

Mom,

the thing about the monk... Remember?

It wasn't nonsense.

I get it now.

He was brave enough to defend

something that made everyone else uncomfortable.

No matter how hard you try, you can't hide shit.

Please, not now, okay?

I know you want only the best things for me.

But I don't understand them. They don't make sense to me.

I can't accept them just like that.

I can't. I shouldn't.

I have to try to be myself.

I can change things, I know that now.

- I love you very much. - I love you, too.

YOUR LIFE IS STARTING

TO RHYM. LIRIKO

sorry

Luis...

Now what?

Truth or dare...

Right here, right now.

There's nothing harder than

LEADERS IN UGLY LIVING

to cause pain to someone that you love.

But bigger is the pain

if we remain in silence

and don't confront

what we fear.

UNDERTAKE YOUR GREATEST WORK

THROUGH BEAUTIFUL, TINY GESTURES

But the pain

can be cured.

Everything is at stake.

INES SALGADO ACQUISITIONS MANAGER

The moment to be determined has come.

Good morning.

Let's continue with Chapter 8.

Who would like to read?

Nobody.

Check the tramp!

Half of you can't read

and the other half don't even know where you are.

Let her, she's totally crazy!

That's okay, Sara. You can sit down.

Chapter 50:

"Whoever you are,

you who at the fearsome lake are looking,

if you have come to get

the thing

that lies beneath these black liquids

without no more show us your mighty chest

and throw..."

Silence...!

"Throw yourself into the black water,

get wet

again and again

until your life finds something.

If this is not the case,

be angry and go your way;

for if you don't

you will not be worthy

to see the beautiful sign

you carry inside you.

Know that you are not aware

of the great wisdom this book contains.

Neither what the point is, nor how it concerns us."

I say this with respect and sadness,

for your task is not an easy one,

it's not only finishing the syllabus, I assure you.

You look to me as if I am mad,

but I am lucid,

I just do not cover my mouth.

This is just a lyric record

in this arctic landscape.

In any country, any place,

on any pavement,

don't let beauty and truth die.

What I witness

does not deserve my silence.

Tell me,

what do you put a price on?

For all these reasons your humble servant takes her leave,

challenges my heart bids of me await.

And no sir,

I'm not dropping out,

The failure is not mine. I'm not the one who created this void.

Come. I want to show you something.

And now, what?

We are going to change some things, now you'll see.

What you are now seeing,

would be considered by some as impossible.

Perhaps they are right

and it's me who is mistaken.

But allow me to be able to live it,

ar least for a moment.

Because trapped amongst the walls they have built

are my soul and the souls of my friends.

On these walls we paint our dreams,

wich we do not consider lost.

Because,

now I know who I am.

I am Verbo.

GIVE BEAUTY BACK TO US

In the beginning was the word,

that energy that guides your voice if you speak.

Just like a weapon alive on your lips

that gets you away from the mire and lonely suffocation.

We're unfinished puzzles, hysterical wandering skeletons.

While our silence increase s and hurts,

so affection dies, sad and starving.

Seeing that nothing changes,

that rage sleeps in the back of your throat,

always anchored in that fear that makes you retch.

Thinking so much, saying nothing, feeling every gaze.

Undermined by habit, dry from scarcity,

by the thirst of unfulfilled desires.

Open your mind and look at the walls.

They'll say you can be yourself I not noticing other beings,

and be the wind between concrete deserts.

Knowing that those around you don't mould you any more,

making everyone believe when they see

you're fighting for what you want.

You say, you do, you grow, you feel because you are,

Verbo.

The proof you exist with an inner scream.

The voice that is born and makes you cross time.

The essence that distinguishes you and makes you shine.

The weapon that unites goals and memories.

Verbo.

Too much heaven for such small wings.

Too much time alone.

Too many bullets to dodge them all.

Too much darkness for you to move.

Too much life to take a chance on death.

That's why it takes action to make the impossible real.

Circumstances tie you down but thoughts are free.

Able to eradicate the dark side absorbing you,

that huge deformed being living between chaos and order,

which withers you inside, stirring in cauldrons of stealth,

where feelings are lost.

No more silence if we burn. No more eyes to the poison ground.

No grief I black water in your veins, blinding you every morning.

You speak, you search, you love, you win,

because your name is...

Verbo.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

Be that bolt that hits and thunders in the deep.

You and your voice together like a shining light.

You and your voice,

no one defends you when others don't understand

you're special,

you don't fall into the facile spiral dragging others down

like one of those faces, you won't throw your life away.

Turn around and see how many are suffocating,

wavering at the tops of buildings.

They see that habit and vice left them far from Eden.

But the one with the formula breaks free.

The quivering web of the tarantula from which no one escapes.

So free your passion, your fury.

Take action, keep your hardship at bay,

and remember, any emotion dies when it's hidden.

You struggle, you ?y, you know, you can.

Your name is the proof you exist with an inner scream.

The voice that is born and makes you cross time.

The essence that distinguishes you and makes you shine.

The weapon that unites goals and memories.

You have the greatest power we've ever been given.

The word that frees a chain reaction.

The gift of the power to be someone far from a sickly silence

that traps you in order to make you its servant.

Dare to change your world.

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