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Tocopilla

This tremor,

this wonder,

this sliding towards the abyss...

the distant and the never.

I lost my mountains and their tangy scent.

I lost my ocean

and its swarms of seagulls.

From Tocopilla to Santiago, two thousand kilometers of tears,

listening to my dreams fall apart.

I landed in Matucana Street, today in decline,

but at the time,

the main artery of a working-class neighborhood.

War! War!

Combat makes war

to death!

You're late.

Sorry, Dad.

A drunkard was stabbed, his guts were everywhere.

And you, have you lost your legs?

What day is it?

Saturday! The day we fill up with customers.

You should have been on time!

Listen,

These lousy ones pretend to be unhappy, but they are thieves.

If you see them stealing, warn me.

Thieves!

Thieves!

Hit him! He knows he is guilty, he will not defend himself.

- I can not do that! - There is no pity in this shop!

I'm telling you to hit him!

Again! Again!

Harder!

Look!

A thief!

Get out!

That's what happens to thieves here!

Very good.

Come on, it's over, move on.

Come on.

Jaime, I thought you had changed

but you stayed the same.

You do not like to dominate.

So what?

I work like crazy to feed this family!

Should I let them steal?

Let's calm down.

My mother comes today to drink maté

and eat strawberry cake.

My holy mother!

Again? I am fed up with this life!

Congratulations!

Combat punishes

not only thieves,

but also high prices!

It stinks of soot and excrement here.

How can you live like this?

The nose gets used to it, Mama.

One day, with the help of God

We will have an elegant shop in the centre.

Sit down and drink maté.

This is your brother's birthday.

I never forget it, Mother.

Ah, José...

How could you die choking on a piece of strawberry cake?

Calm yourself.

You have suffered for many years.

Enough, Mama.

I will give you

The son you lost.

Green, I want you green, green wind, green branches.

The ship in the sea, the horse on the mountain.

The shadow around the belt, she dreams at her balcony,

Green flesh, green hair, with cold silver eyes.

Green, I want you green.

Under the gypsy moon,

Everyone can see it, but she can not.

Green, I want you green.

Green, I want you green.

García Lorca!

He speaks of love, but he is a faggot!

Like all the poets, all the painters, the dancers,

the actors...

If you keep reading this dirt,

you will become a faggot like him!

Shit.

Instead, read your books on biology.

My son must become a great doctor.

Nothing but books on biology, and I will be a great doctor.

Men do not cry.

Alejandrito, I bring you this precious gift.

Your grandmother gave me the violin of her son José,

Peace to his soul.

It would make her so happy

If you learned to play this sacred instrument.

Open it.

You will take lessons

At the Conservatory of Music.

But...

It looks like a coffin!

What did you say?!

- He carries a dead man! - A dead person!

- It smells rotten! - Rotten!

- It's a dead man! - A dead man!

Shut up, fuck!

Do not worry, my boy.

A nude virgin will light your path

with a fiery butterfly.

This drunk,

converted into a prophet by wine,

in one sentence

pulled me from the abyss.

A nude virgin will illuminate your path...

...with a fiery butterfly.

Quickly, Jaime. They're going to kill you.

I don't give a damn.

You guard the money.

I'll protect it.

Walk.

"The flower sings, and disappears."

"How can we complain?"

Faggot!

I've always seen the world through your eyes.

"Nocturnal rain,

empty house."

Faggot!

"My steps, they dissolve."

"The flower sings, and disappears..."

Faggot!

"How can we complain?"

"Nocturnal rain, empty house."

"My steps, they dissolve."

Poetry.

You will illuminate my way, like a fiery butterfly.

Good evening, Papa.

Good evening, Mama.

Good evening, Alejandrito.

I see that you have done your homework.

Tomorrow, Sunday, we'll go to my mother's house.

I promised her a cake.

I go to the kitchen to prepare it.

Then we'll eat.

Disinfect this filth.

Leave it and come here.

Papa...

I have... something important to tell you.

Something important? You?

Papa, save me!

We're going to die!

I promised her a cake!

Calm down!

What a coward, what a coward!

My God!

Do not let fear dominate you!

This is just an earthquake.

Come on.

Leave this!

Come here.

As cowardly as a dog!

The fear

makes it worse.

Your mind is stronger than any earthquake.

Come on, be brave: laugh with me!

You see?

It was nothing.

Let's count the money.

What did you want to tell me just now?

It was not important.

Alleluia! God be praised!

He saved the cake for my mother.

Hello, Sara.

Hello, Jaime.

Hello, son. You remember me?

Yes, you are my uncle Isidoro.

You've grown a lot. You were so small.

Yes, you were so big,

and you were chasing me with an insecticide bomb,

threatening to shove it up my ass!

Alejandrito, what a lack of respect!

It does not matter.

Friends?

Your body has grown but not your brain.

Still as stupid as before.

Go, enter. The old ones are waiting for you.

Hello, venerable mother.

What does this mean, Sara?

I taught you to be on time!

Here's the promised cake.

Oh no, my sister, that's forbidden.

You know very well that Mama has diabetes.

Let me taste it.

It's not possible! There is more sugar than chocolate!

Fanny, in the trash!

Calm down, my child.

You do not know how to play cards.

Look, on the chair,

there's the scarf that you started to make me.

Sit down and finish it.

And you, what are you going to study?

- I... - Medicine!

My son is going to study medicine.

Very good!

I'm not going to do medicine.

I will be a poet!

You're going to starve.

No one is going to die of hunger, Naum.

Like Isidoro, Alejandrito likes to joke.

You were joking, weren't you?

Yes papa, I was joking.

Good,

so you do not get bored, go to the garden

and feed the pigeons.

Shit...

What do you say? It's enough?

To start with.

Shit!

Give me three.

Served.

None.

I pass.

I pass.

Let's see?

Four kings.

Four aces!

What?

You've lost again, Jaime!

And one who loses, pays.

Shit family!

Fuck!

What are these cries?

This bandit is cutting the tree!

Our tree!

Shit family!

- Alejandrito! - Alejandrito!

Get out of here, coward! Never come back!

Shit!

Why my house?

Why my tree?

Wait!

Alejandro, I'm amazed.

Your act of rebellion is worthy of a poet.

Without saying anything, you said everything.

Are you going to go home tonight?

No, my mother would go mad.

Do not worry. Come to the Cereceda sisters.

Are you coming?

Let's go!

This is the home of my friends, Carmen and Verónica Cereceda.

Come on.

I have never seen their parents.

I do not know if they are orphans or millionaires,

but I know they love art above all else.

Carmen!

I bring you a new friend.

Good evening, Ricardo.

- I do not want to disturb you. - But no, darling,

an artist can enter here at any time.

Verónica!

Ricardo!

Who are you bringing us, Ricardo?

It's Alejandro.

A sublime soul, a future great artist.

Let's see.

Good! You have a beautiful skeleton.

You would make a good model.

What is your art, Alejandro?

I write poems.

You know one by heart?

No.

But you're a poet. Improvise!

You cut the tree. You can.

My being is consumed,

by my fiery dreams.

Come, Alejandro.

Look!

Do you like?

Yes, a lot!

I love to read.

Look at these books.

All the great poets

have tried what you try right now.

Tell me who he is.

As an ancient hero, he cut his family tree.

He is a wonderful being.

A boy or a girl?

He is a unique being. He is so beautiful!

Yes, but this beautiful being is a man, Ricardo. A man!

Am I wrong or is it so?

That's right.

That's right?

That's right.

Yes, it's true.

But this boy is still innocent.

Do not make him believe that your love is friendship.

I would like to live without a mask.

But I am the son of Naum.

I have to become an architect, get married, have children...

Dare, Ricardo!

The scandal would kill my father.

Remove your mask.

Dare.

Dare!

Dare, Ricardo!

Dare!

Dare, Ricardo!

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Punto!

Hello.

Enter, Ricardo. You do not bother me.

Do you like it here?

Thanks to you, I have never been so happy.

I can write in peace. Listen:

I do not fear my shadow,

my goal is to return to what I have always been.

That's beautiful.

To return to what I have always been.

Tell me, did you ever have sex?

No, never.

And you masturbate?

Yes.

And you think of men, or women?

Women, of course.

Me, I think of men.

Beautiful men like you.

Can I tell you something?

I like you.

In fact, I love you.

Sorry, Ricardo.

I...

I'm not like that.

That's what I feared.

But...

we can be friends.

Impossible.

I'd have to hide my erections.

Then there is no solution.

Farewell, Alejandro. We will never see each other again.

I'm sorry.

Would you give me a kiss goodbye?

I owe you so much.

Okay.

Did you feel anything?

Nothing.

I did not feel anything!

I'm not a faggot. I told you, papa!

I felt free.

I grew up.

Get up, poet!

Get up!

I've been up a long time.

Come and meet your brothers.

What brothers?

Come on. Follow me.

Come and meet Cana and Gordo, symbiotic dancers.

Alberto Rubio, supra-tenor.

Gustavo Becerra, ultra-pianist.

Your brother Hugo Marín, poly-painter.

This miracle we call chance,

sent us this poet:

Alejandro Jodorowsky.

Let us welcome him!

We will not let you go until you say a poem.

To be neither one nor the other.

To lose one and a thousand skins,

To consume the superfluous in a banquet of flames;

To be carried away by the wind in a storm of petals.

Poet!

I sold my soul to the devil!

Then, Alejandro,

Who is this puppet?

You made me read the Odes of Pablo Neruda,

and the Antipoems of Nicanor Parra.

It's Parra that I prefer.

He is not a supreme God, like Neruda.

He is a human being, with sublime weaknesses.

I have the honor to present to you

a great poet: Nicanor Parra!

For many years, I was condemned

to worship a despicable woman,

to work day and night,

to feed and clothe her.

I committed various crimes

in the light of the moon.

I did small robberies

in fear of being discredited

in her fascinating eyes.

Leave me alone!

It was very fun.

Take this money.

Why would I need money? I have everything I need here.

But here you will not find a muse

like The Viper of Nicanor Parra.

Go to Café Iris.

Poets and muses meet there every night.

You may encounter yours there.

A beer, please.

Thank you.

You all are nothing!

My two litres!

Do you know this woman?

This is Stella Díaz, a poet.

Prudence, young man.

You all are nothing!

Stop!

Thank you.

Yes. I'm following you.

Hit me.

Open your eyes.

They say you write poems.

Me too, I write.

Could I have the honor to read them?

Only my poems interest you?

Not my ass and my breasts?

No, it's that... I'm not interested...

Show me your sex.

- My sex? - Your sex.

- Here in the street? - Now.

You are a virgin.

You are pure, like a romantic pierrot.

Come on.

Here you are, your portrait.

I love you.

I need you.

I am yours.

You will illuminate my way, like a fiery butterfly.

Thank you.

The woman who loved the doves like a virgin in ecstasy

and suckled the lilies with her sleeping bosom

dreaming leaning against the wall

and everything seemed beautiful, without being so.

It's great!

Yes, everything looks beautiful.

This place is magical!

It's magical!

Wake up, sir!

This place is magical, wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up, sir!

Wake up, this place is magical!

Mademoiselle!

Let's dance!

That's enough, let's go.

Farewell!

Here is the pension where I live.

Now I'll bite you.

Do you want to see if I'm willing to sacrifice a piece of ear to get you?

I sacrifice myself.

What the fuck?!

Get out of here, get out!

Get out of here, fuck!

Do you not like my devil?

You have talent, my boy.

We'll get along.

Now go to bed.

Go away!

Go, I'll find you tomorrow.

At midnight, at the Café Iris.

Go away.

At midnight, at the Café Iris.

Goodbye!

A beer, please.

Another.

Another one.

Let this Nicanor Parra be your master!

You should not go out with this...

vulgar louse.

If you read his great poem La Viper, you will see your portrait.

Goodbye forever!

You want to beat me?

I'll do it myself!

I'm much more than that.

I am Nicanor Parra.

The one who inspired my poem, La Viper,

was Stella.

I give her to you.

I'm sure you have a knife.

Give it to me.

I need it to sharpen the pen

with which I write my poems.

Shut up.

A poet does not have to justify himself.

What's your name?

Alejandro.

We will not be separated.

We will sleep by day and live by night.

I will write by scratching the skin on your back.

Through the pain, you will understand my poems.

I'm still a virgin.

We will do everything except penetration.

I keep my hymen for the man with the divine forehead

who will descend from the mountains.

You will feed me.

I will allow you to drink my saliva.

From now on

whenever we walk together,

I will keep your secret parts grabbed.

Sit down.

Remove your shoes.

It's a pension for retirees, they sleep until late.

They grumble if a sound wakes them up.

Orpheus, in the valley of death,

must not see his beloved naked.

Your coat...

Your skirt...

Your blouse...

Your chemise...

My love wanders in the streets,

I do not know when he will return.

Will he return for Easter,

or for the Trinity?

Sara.

Come on.

The Trinity will pass,

my love does not return anymore.

His mother who is waiting for him

starts to sob.

Everyone humiliates me.

I wanted so much to have a doctor for a son.

Calm down, Jaime.

My heart tells me that Alejandrito will come back.

That's all we have left to eat.

Now you'll have to feed me. Can you do it?

I can.

As Nicanor Parra says:

"I will commit a small robbery in the moonlight."

Alejandrito?

It's you?

Yes, Papa.

That's good. We were waiting for you.

Alejandrito

Go to bed, sleep well.

Yes, Mama.

Committing crimes, making mistakes,

just to not disappoint you.

You offer me Nirvana.

Here there is enough for three months of beer and empanadas,

an eternity!

Wait.

Tell me,

what is poetry for you?

The luminous excrement of a toad that swallowed a firefly.

My little toad,

I am a firefly far too big for your mouth.

I do not need to swallow you.

You are my soul.

A thirsty soul.

Midnight!

Café Iris must finally be opened. Let's go!

There is no service today.

One of us died.

Shit!

My kingdom for a beer!

There is a bar that only closes at dawn, The Mute Parrot.

Come on!

Stella, are you crazy?

It is a dismal place.

There are knife fights every night!

If Orpheus can tame wild beasts,

we can make this mute parrot sing!

Let's go!

Wait.

You have your breasts in the air, close your coat.

Do not be afraid.

I know how to defend myself!

A litre and a half, sir!

Mademoiselle!

Health.

How much for a pump?

But, I'm not practicing prostitution.

What a pity,

you have such white skin.

I am an artist, a poet.

Poet...

Like the great Neruda?

Recite something.

Okay. I will improvise some verses.

But then, leave me alone.

There where there are ears but no songs,

in this world that dissolves,

where life offers itself to the destitute,

I am much more than my footsteps.

No!

I am a poet!

Halte, macaques!

Respect the vengeful vagina.

Monster!

Run!

You hit me.

That's enough.

Let's go.

No more of that, Stella.

Ricardo!

What? Did you know him?

He was my cousin.

But what a way to commit suicide, in front of the University of Chile!

He did not want to become an architect.

Like a bird,

like the viscera of a tree,

You have come to the end of your quest, conquered and condemned,

for muzzling the soul you hid.

Alejandro, you can not do anything for him anymore.

But I have to do something for me.

Stella, I do not know who I am.

I have become a mirror that reflects only your image.

I do not want to live in the chaos you create. Do you see?

I beg you...

Let me find myself.

Give me a few days of solitude.

We will meet again at Café Iris,

at midnight,

in forty days.

Eat, Alejandro.

You've been locked in here for forty days now

making puppets without ever leaving.

Why?

I feel empty.

I sculpt faces because I lost mine.

I did not find myself.

Maybe tonight,

I will again be the mirror of this terrible woman.

What did you do to your hair?

The god I was waiting for

descended from the mountains.

I'm no longer a virgin.

I carry the perfect child that destiny had promised me.

I am a messenger dove.

Leave me alone.

Do not worry.

This is a harmless attack of sadness.

From the first moment I saw you

You stayed engraved in my eyes

And now where will my song go?

But she looks like me!

Let's see.

That's right!

I'm buying it.

No, I give it to you.

No, I will buy it.

And this one looks like a friend!

Miracles exist.

I have to introduce you to a great artist.

How's it going, Andrè? Did you have anything to tell me?

I'm leaving for France, Luz!

I want to create a distance between us!

I can not stay at your house anymore!

You must not! That is not why you are leaving me.

May I introduce you to someone?

I want a family! I want kids!

Is he your boyfriend?

No! Alejandro is a friend!

He creates puppets! I brought you some!

I have no time! I have to go to the airport!

There is no hurry, André!

Look! Who is it?

It is you!

Good! Before you go!

I have to tell you something!

You illuminate my life! I love you!

I will never forget the time that we spent together!

Our love is infinite.

Can I kiss you again?

You leave, but I'll always be with you!

I'm leaving, but I'll always be with you!

I offer them to you.

André, for you.

Luz, for you.

So you will stay together.

You are a divine messenger, my boy.

Thanks to you, Luz and I will not be separated.

This studio

is mine.

I give it to you.

Really?

But it's a miracle!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thanks...

Here I will be able to create,

write,

do whatever I want.

This will be my home.

I'll even organize parties

with boxers, politicians, whores,

all my friends.

They will have fun here!

This place will be a paradise!

A paradise!

If everyday life seems to us a hell,

if it is reduced to these two words:

permanence and impermanence,

one must listen to the Bible.

Nothing is better for a man

than to eat,

to drink,

and to let his soul rejoice!

He that has legs, dance!

He that has hands, caress!

And he who has language

confess his sins on the Chair of Truth!

I have been waiting for her all my life.

I finally found her.

I would like to caress her infinitely,

But...

I lost them when I was a child.

I am so accustomed to these false hands,

that I forgot that I was penguin.

Until the day she offered me her body.

And I

cannot caress it entirely,

I would like to have two, four, eight,

a thousand hands...

so I could caress her all my life.

Who wants to help me, with his hands,

to realize my dream?

Come up here, please.

If life is madness...

Who is this poet behind that mirror?

This is Enrique Lihn.

...such is my poetry: clairvoyant obscurity,

I am only my own absence,

behind a broken mirror.

Who is it?

The organizer of holidays!

I'm coming.

What do you want?

I want to be your friend.

Are you homosexual?

No.

Why do you want to be my friend then?

Because I admire your poetry.

I see. It's my verse that interests you, not me.

Well, yes!

Come on in!

Enter!

The USA rely on their powerful B-29 bombers

to which the Russians can oppose their aggressive MIG...

What do you think, Tito?

Although cold, it is still war.

Raise the sound.

The USA rely on their powerful B-29 bombers

to which the Russians can oppose their aggressive MIG...

These are my parents.

This stupid war has sucked their brains.

It's been a long time since they died.

Come on.

Welcome to my temple.

Can I?

Please.

I love it!

Did you write all this?

Yes, everything.

Because you are invisible, you despise me, perfect diamond.

Death runs without hurrying at my side.

There are poems on the floor too!

This wonderful work will be lost!

Everything will be lost.

Our souls will be lost.

It does not matter. Dreams also get lost,

and ourselves, little by little, we dissolve.

Poetry, like the shadow of an eagle in flight,

leaves no trace on earth.

A poem reaches perfection only when it is consumed.

I could not bear to see such a work consumed.

Let's do something.

Let's go for a walk.

Let's go!

Attack!

Alejandro, do you agree with me?

The language we were taught leads to crazy ideas.

Exactly, my dear Enrique.

Instead of thinking straight, we think twisted.

I would like to point out that we also walk in a twisted manner.

I feel like we're going straight.

Yes, but this truck will force us to fork.

What to do?

We poets, we are obliged to nothing.

Continue in a straight line.

Fools!

My truck!

Fuck you, shit!

You shouldn't do that, assholes!

What do you want, young men?

Respectable lady, we are poets in action.

We are crossing the city in a straight line.

May we cross your house?

Why do you do this?

To develop our conscience, madame.

Oh, good. Then...

Go ahead, enter.

Dear madam,

in order to continue straight,

do you allow us to walk on this obstacle?

We sleep here...

Wait...

Help me.

That's good.

- Go ahead. - Thank you, sublime lady.

You have just entered history.

Farewell, unforgettable lady.

What does it say there?

"Forbidden to pedestrians."

Prohibited to prohibit!

Well said!

Alejandro,

poetry is an act!

Yes, a thousand times, yes!

Poetry is an act!

I have the pride and honour to welcome on this platform,

which has seen many great personalities

such as Pablo Neruda, Vicente Huidobro and so many others

who rest in the Olympus of glory.

Here with you:

Alejandro Jodorowsky and Enrique Lihn.

Wretched Prometheus.

Hearts of sugar.

Perfumed essence.

Soft feathers.

Fall from your souls anemic and without balls...

...in the intense flesh.

In our mother the flesh.

In the fucking flesh!

It's a scandal!

That's enough!

Away!

Bastards!

Fuck you and your flesh!

We're going to shove your flesh up your ass, fuck!

Catch them!

Get out of here!

Sons of a bitch!

Attention citizens!

In our struggle to change this real city

into an imaginary city,

we invited you to the foot of the statue of Pablo Neruda...

This viscous national poet.

And we inaugurate the statue of the invisible man,

in honour of all the anonymous people who inhabit this city without a dream.

Nobody ever said anything!

We have been silent forever!

Nobody ever listened to anything!

Who are you?

I'm your fiancée,

the woman of your life.

Better if you were the woman of my death.

Drink!

Enter, friends.

Hello!

We have a gift for you.

A poet.

Poet!

The Devil.

Innocence you will lose.

Your dark side you will find.

And you shall create, and create.

The Star.

From woman to woman you will go.

Your ideal wife you will find.

I am the one you will be.

Or you were the one I am.

You gave yourself to poetry, and I do not regret it.

What shall I get?

You will learn to die happy.

I'm afraid of dying.

You are afraid to live.

I'm afraid of disappointing others.

You are not guilty of living as you are.

You would be guilty of living like others want you to live.

What is the meaning of life?

Life!

The brain asks questions,

the heart gives the answers.

Life has no meaning, we must live it!

Live!

Live!

Live!

Open the door!

Leave me to die, Alejandro.

My Lord Enrique has forsaken me.

If you really wanted to die,

You would not have told Verónica that you were suicidal.

It was she who warned me.

And why not my Lord?

Because Enrique is completely drunk. He can not talk.

When he has sobered up, he will return to you.

He loves you.

He will not come back.

He decided to find a woman bigger than me.

That's why he left me.

You are yourself, whatever your size.

And what am I?

Nothing.

He, my Lord, is all.

Come on.

Come here.

Little one, I am your friend.

I saved your life. Do you trust me?

Yes.

So promise me you'll do whatever I tell you.

Okay, I promise.

I want you to close your eyes,

and like a blind person, let me guide you.

Close your eyes.

Go on, close your eyes.

You promised me you'd open your eyes only when I tell you.

Yes, I promised.

Good.

Lift your foot.

That's it.

Now I will lift you.

Open your eyes.

Do not let me fall, Alejandro!

You're crazy!

Alejandro, do not drop me!

Get away from here!

I will fall, do not drop me!

You're crazy!

You could have killed me!

You see that you did not want to die?

Dead, you would no longer have the pleasure of breathing.

Breathe with me.

I had forgotten that the air existed.

- Are you feeling good? - Better than ever.

Hug me.

That's it.

Life is beautiful.

That's right.

Again.

You've been so kind to me.

I want to give you a present:

my sex.

But I have my period...

Do you mind?

Blood is sacred.

I fell from the tower!

Open!

Do not open.

Let us drink until the last drop.

Continue.

Open!

We have to open it.

You!

When I was living here, when I was here...

I was at the top!

From the top, I fell down here!

I feel like a worm!

And like a worm, you treat me.

I wrote you a poem.

Because you only feel alive

when, insolent, you betray me,

I tie you with the rope of your limits.

I extract you from the future like a dead muse.

I lock you in my mother's coffin.

You will rot among her wretched bones,

from which I still request a caress!

The bridge has broken.

Why do you do this, little girl?

I'm trying to forget.

As long as Enrique lives in my memory,

I will only be a corpse.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Relax.

Enrique...

Here are seven more pints.

No...

I did not bring any flowers.

So I wanted to offer you this.

Thank you.

Do not worry,

it does not matter.

Here.

Even if this is the only thing I can get from you,

well, I'll keep it...

forever with me.

Come on, you've suffered enough.

- Leave me alone. - No way.

Leave me alone.

Listen to me. You are small...

Go away.

I am small.

Together we can grow.

I will not leave you here. Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Come with me.

That's it. Good.

- Leave me alone. - No, I'm not going to leave you here.

You will go with me.

Go.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

I'm not guilty!

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Tell me, where did you find these shoes?

I made them myself.

Why?

Because I love the circus. Especially the clowns.

I'm glad to hear it.

Let me introduce myself:

I'm Carrot, the orange clown.

I saw you playing Tocopilla when I was a kid!

My name is Alejandro Jodorowsky.

I understand now.

You are one of us.

Your father and I worked in the same circus.

A goat will always look for the mountain.

These shoes tell me

that you want to return to the world to which you belong.

I do not think I can.

If you have kept your soul as a child,

you will do it very well.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I have the honour to present to you

the fabulous circus

The Human Eagles!

The most refined and elegant circus in the country!

Yes or no?

Very well...

Can I enter?

What? But you have already entered.

Who are you?

I'm a stranger!

From which country?

Strange!

And what do you want?

Work, Mr. Director.

What can you do?

I can fart.

Let's see.

Know, sir, that here only Chileans have the right to fart!

Return to your homeland!

Disgusting stranger!

He must be put in his place! Come on guys!

I can not stand it anymore!

I'm nobody! No one!

I feel so bad, I want to commit suicide!

But how?

I know!

I'll tickle myself until I die of laughter.

My best friend hates me!

I am a traitor,

I slept with his fiancée!

She may have given me syphilis!

The poor girl may have gotten pregnant!

Life is just a game!

We must laugh at everything, even the worst things!

Laugh!

Laugh!

Yes, laugh!

Suffering is silly!

I'm not a clown.

I'm a poet!

Poet! Poet!

I never found you.

I always lost you.

Travelling for an eternity in search of an impossible encounter...

to tell you that thanks to you,

with kisses,

with hugs,

I built my dreams.

Awake, poet.

Poet.

It would be better to sleep than to be awake.

It would be better to be dead.

It would be better not to be born.

That's enough, Enrique.

You are destroying yourself.

We will not let you commit suicide.

Everything is nothing.

You're wasting your time.

Life is everything!

Life.

It's not you who suffers...

It's just the image you made of yourself.

You are a poet!

Look at things differently.

Neither I nor your fiancée took anything from you.

I'm your friend...

and will remain so until my death.

For her, you are God.

Yes, you are God!

And here is your child.

Lying bitch, this fetus is not mine!

I have begotten him thinking of you!

I speak to your heart.

Have mercy on me.

I have your name tattooed on my soul.

If you do not love me, I will kill myself.

If you do not love me, I will make you love me.

If you do not love me, I'll wait for you to love me.

I deserve more.

This is the son of us all!

Baptism!

Papa?

Mother, what are you doing here?

The house burned.

- The house in Matucana? - Yes!

The house in Matucana, your house.

Furniture, clothes, beds!

My writings too? My books?

Your writings and books?

I burn my ass with your writings and your books!

How can you ask me such bullshit?

The money burned!

My money hidden in the wardrobe!

And the porcelain tableware that your mother kept...

- Since our wedding. - Since our wedding!

But what have you become?

Do you have no heart left?

Do you not care?

I do not know who you are!

You hang out here, with these drunkards!

These degenerates!

You disgust me!

You disgust us!

We'll get a hotel!

My house burned.

What a wonder!

Farewell, childhood.

My poor mother, all her life hidden in this corset.

A humble swan among vain ducks.

Love? Balloons?

Love?

I want them all.

Yes, sir.

That's enough, Alejandro.

The eagle that has grown no longer needs a nest.

Fly if you have wings!

It's over, Matucana!

It's over, winter. Spring is coming!

The carnival begins!

Fly man!

Fly!

Fly!

And you!

Who are you?

What is the purpose of your existence?

Why are you alive?

I have never been alive,

I was born dead.

One more dead man among the dead.

One more dead man among the dead...

I will grow old,

I will die,

rot...

My memories will disappear...

My words,

my conscience,

everything that is mine, engulfed in the black hole of forgetfulness.

These streets will also disappear.

My friends...

The city!

The planet!

The moon, the sun...

The stars!

The entire universe!

Cursed reflection!

Now what do I do with this anguish with which you infected me?

Old age

is not a humiliation.

You detach yourself from everything.

Sex.

Fortune.

Fame.

You are detached from yourself.

It changes you

into a butterfly,

resplendent!

A being...

of pure light!

Mr. Parra.

- Alejandro. - Hello.

- How are you? - Very good.

As you can see,

your favorite poet teaches mathematics

in this school of engineers.

What brings you here?

Well...

As I don't have a good relationship with my father,

I need your advice, Don Nicanor.

What is it?

I want to dedicate myself body and soul to poetry.

Are you crazy?

No one ever buys books, let alone poetry.

What you need to do is study,

get a diploma,

and a job as a teacher, like me.

Do not compromise your future, Alejandro!

Butterflies must not turn into flies,

nor poets into professors.

I am a professor,

and I have not turned into a fly.

The world is what it is. You will not change it.

I can not change the world, but I can start changing it!

Oh yes?

And how?

By changing myself!

I will not back off, Don Nicanor.

Farewell.

Ibáñez! Ibáñez!

My horse!

Where is my horse?

I'm back!

I'm back to sweep away corruption!

Ibáñez at the Palace will sweep away corruption!

You will see that it's all a lie

You will see that nothing is love

And the world does not care

It turns and it turns

- Even if life crushes you - Alejandro!

Alejandro! Share with us your joie de vivre.

We are in paradise!

What paradise?

This country is an island!

I say goodbye to you, I am going to Paris.

To do what?

All cities resemble each other: only people and streets.

I will join André Breton's group and I will save Surrealism.

No one knows you there.

Here you have your friends...

It's too little.

The others chose Ibáñez.

Farewell.

Remain, Alejandro.

Leave me alone!

My father was right.

Death to Ibáñez!

Death to Ibáñez!

He's going to get killed!

Alejandro, shut up!

Death to Ibáñez!

Death to Ibáñez! Idiots!

Death to Ibáñez!

Idiots!

Shut up, Alejandro.

You waste your time, they only see him and his horse.

- Leave me alone! - Shut up.

Leave me alone! Idiots!

Shit fascists!

Death to Ibáñez! Idiots!

I'm leaving.

I'm going

To the port where there waits for me

The golden ship

That will take me

I'm going

This is my last farewell

Goodbye, poets

Farewell, forever, farewell.

Alejandro!

What are you doing?

Are you leaving without saying goodbye to your father?

What are you doing here? How did you find me?

Your friend Verónica told me that you were leaving Chile.

That you were penniless, and that I should help you...

It is out of the question that I would fund such a stupid thing!

You do not speak a word of French!

What will you live on? Your little poems?

That's enough now!

Come with me, I need help at the store.

You need a slave!

You have nothing of a father, you never took me in your arms,

nor talked gently!

Men do not touch each other.

They do not have to talk gently.

When I cried bitter tears,

begging for a little tenderness, a little attention,

You let me cry for hours.

I never console anyone. You became too much a faggot.

I'm not a faggot!

I'm not like you! I have a poet's heart.

A heart capable of loving the whole world!

That's my boat.

Listen to me!

You're going to starve under a bridge!

And you, surrounded by stockings, panties,

and jackets stained with workers blood!

Insolent, I'll break your mouth!

Oh yes? Try and I'll break your bones!

I'm not a child!

We will never see each other again.

I did not know...

I've always had good intentions...

Do not go without shaking my hand.

Do not go.

Please.

No!

Not like that!

Like that!

You went to France and did not see him again.

When he died, you did not shed a single tear,

but under your indifference, your heart said to him...

My father,

by not giving me anything, you gave me everything.

By not loving me,

You taught me the absolute necessity of love.

By denying God,

You taught me to value life.

I forgive you, Jaime.

You gave him the strength to endure this world

Where poetry no longer exists.

Recognize your father.

Remove his mask.

It is not an appearance,

it is an essence!

Farewell, father.

Thank you.

Farewell, my son.

I bless you.

If one of these days

You are taken

By deep sorrow

Let it go

And you will feel again

Seize the day

I learned to be.

I learned to love.

I learned to create.

I learned to live.

All paths are my path.

Opening my heart, I hear the tears of the world.

A being...

of pure light!