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Winner of the Grand Prize for Best Screenwriter 2007

To Arlene and Guy Monne

Thank you.

-Hello. -Hello.

I'm Lucia. You must be Léo, Rodrigo's friend.

Come in.

He told me you'd come.

Muriel is already doing an interview.

I'll ask if he can see you afterwards.

Did Rodrigo tell you about Muriel?

Did he explain what the work was about?

No, he told me you'd do it.

Actually, she's the one who will explain.

She does it very well.

Take a seat.

Thank you very much. I'll call her.

It's your turn.

One of Lucia's friends recommended you.

You're French, aren't you?

No. Actually, I was born here.

French mother, Colombian father.

I went back to France when I was 7.

How long have you been here?

About six months.

Why look for a job in Colombia?

Because I want to stay here.

Did you do anything bad in France?

No.

Usually this job only attracts young girls.

They last three days, sometimes a week.

We train them, they leave.

They'd rather starve than stay.

I understand them.

But I need somebody who does not disappear after three days.

Do you have experience nursing?

-No. -No?

Do you know how to cook? That's important.

I was a cook in the army.

I'm talking about cooking, not making grub.

For you, the hardest part will be to clean me.

Any wife or children?

No.

That's a shame.

Cleaning a baby's ass would have been a first training.

So, among other things, your job will involve

taking care of my body.

There's no point in explaining.

Just know I hate those who do it.

Why should I hire you?

Do you have any particular skill?

I really need to work.

Hey, you! Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

There's a bed tray here. Set it up for me, please.

This book over there, put it on it.

Give me the stick.

Prepare my meal for eight o'clock tonight.

I will.

So, what did she say?

About what?

The dish.

Nothing. Strictly nothing.

What exactly does she feel?

In her body.

Nothing. Strictly nothing.

What a strange idea, hiring a man.

Why is that?

I brought her about 40 girls before you.

They all ran away.

Still, I think it's not a man's job.

Why is it not a man's job?

A man shouldn't be near a woman in her condition.

Don't you have other things to do?

Lucia!

-That's about TV. -It's time!

There's a percussion at half past three.

-A what? -A percussion. I'll wake you up.

Tomorrow, you'll be alone.

And it's not easy.

It's time.

Come closer.

Be careful to always preserve her intimacy.

She's still a woman.

You spread her legs. Do not let her feet hit each other.

You take the arm and bring it back to the abdomen.

You hold the hips with one hand

and with the other... slide the bedpan under her buttocks.

You push back the first leg and center the hips

over the bedpan.

When it comes, you press on the bladder.

Gently but firmly.

Here. Empty it in the bathroom.

Disinfect it.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

You started with the hardest part.

Massages and general care are easier.

Do you think you can do the next percussion alone?

I do.

Goodnight, then.

Goodnight.

Sorry.

Can you hear me? Wake up!

Wake up!

Can you hear me?

Shit, what were you doing?

Curtains, breakfast... Do you know what time it is?

Raise my bed and remove the mosquito net!

Sorry.

One second, I forgot the sugar.

The sugar's here!

Open the windows wide and then clean up.

The next percussion is at ten.

I need to have someone when I wake up.

Give me the phone. I have an urgent call to make.

Dial 640 20 12.

Leave me, I'll call you.

The number you are trying to reach is not in service.

Please try...

It's okay, you can come.

You're still there.

How did it go?

What if I had left?

She would have wet herself.

She would have skipped a meal. It's happened before.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks. I'll go home.

Can you spare a minute? I need a hand.

How did it happen?

Car accident three years ago.

She had come to meet her fiancé.

He was the consul of the Alliance Française.

Was he driving?

No, the Alliance chauffeur.

-He died. -Why wasn't she brought back to France?

She didn't want to.

Why?

When she woke up from the coma and came round,

she decided never to go back to France.

What about her fiancé?

He vaguely tried to convince her to come back,

but he quickly requested a transfer, and got it.

The last letter she got was two years ago.

Does she have any family?

Her father. He lives in Paris.

Does he visit her?

Never. She forbade him to come.

She hates him because of her mother.

She says she died because of him.

She was a rich woman. The De Saval family.

And he was a gigolo, a parasite.

Dependent on others.

-Any other questions? -What about you?

I used to teach French at the Alliance.

That's how I met her.

Now I manage her, watch over her, and care for her.

I'm paid to do it, amongst other things.

Thank you. I'll be fine.

There! I won my bet.

I'm sure you two bet on my return. Right?

Why did you come back?

For the money.

What was the stake of the bet?

Always the same. A book. She reads a lot, so we often bet.

When I win, I get to choose the book,

but she reads it first.

Do you know what you'll make her read?

I know what I'll avoid making her read.

Love stories.

Here, that's the shopping list.

Come on in, Milord

Come sit at my table

It's so cold outside

It's nice and cozy in here Let yourself go, Milord

And make yourself at home

You can tell me your troubles With your feet on a chair

And do you remember this other one?

Without it, it would be too hard.

It's just a sedative, you know.

Lucia didn't tell you?

I never eat fish.

It's too dangerous.

The fish bones! Fuck!

The fish bones!

You should have known!

There's no fish bone. I removed them.

Are you kidding me?

You know what could happen if I swallow one?

I swear there won't be any.

And I don't have anything else.

That's not my problem.

Go buy me something, anything but this! Fuck!

You keep saying "fuck."

I'll say whatever I want! Shit! Eating is all I have left!

I'm hungry and you bring me some fucking fish!

That's not all you have left.

Oh yeah? What else do I have? Tell me, what else do I have?

Trust. Maybe.

Sorry, there's none left.

She was the most independent woman in the world,

she's the most dependent.

She was the freest, she's the most imprisoned.

Who's to judge?

She never goes out?

It's very hard to put her in the chair,

go down the stairs... She's afraid of falling.

She fears the sun.

I have to call a car with special equipment.

Why are you here?

What do you mean?

You could do something else. Be somewhere else.

For example?

I don't know, something more fun. You used to be a teacher, right?

You think it's more fun?

Yeah, I do.

So? Why are you here?

It's my turn to ask a question.

You're lonely, aren't you?

You don't answer either?

You know how I guessed?

Your brutal way of asking the questions that run through your mind.

-The other way. -What?

The vegetables. The other way.

I'm all ears.

I've been sick.

Too sick to make a call?

What was it?

Cancer? Appendicitis? Tonsillectomy? Hangover?

Yes, I'd say hangover.

It's simple.

First and last warning.

Next time you're late for no reason, you're fired.

Go help Lucia, she's doing your job.

She wants you to be paid every week.

One more thing.

You've been doing the day shifts.

She would like us to take turns.

Can you take the night shift tomorrow?

Will it cause any private life issue?

-No. -Good.

You'll use my bedroom, it's more convenient.

And you'll leave the communication door open. OK?

If you need anything...

You got scolded.

That's normal.

I'm surprised she didn't fire you.

You really look dreadful.

What sickness was it?

I drank badly.

Badly or too much?

Badly.

You want something to ease the pain?

I'm in no position to lecture you.

Why not? Go ahead. You never know.

It could work.

I'm not even sure this pill can work on you.

So, what can I say?

What did you drink?

Alcohol.

No kidding.

Medical alcohol.

Now you can drink normally.

I know a doctor if you want.

He's been through this himself, so he knows.

I'll be fine.

You and her both point at things with your chin.

Did you notice?

No. I've never been aware of it.

Hi, Rodrigo.

Hi.

I'd like to hit the bag a bit.

It's your place.

Let me introduce you this man: Léo. European boxing champion.

We used to call him "untouchable" because he was very quick.

It was phenomenal.

It's been a while.

Can I borrow some gloves?

Yes. I have some in my office.

Did you forget your tie?

You'll see, muscles have their own memory.

I would like to draw your portrait. I'm quite good, you know.

Well, let's say that I still have some skills from my arts classes.

I studied arts in Paris.

It's been 25 years or so.

I had a lot of fun over there. I got married.

Don't you want to know what I did with him?

I had to imagine I was somewhere else.

Without the antiseptic.

Merci.

You have a nice profile.

Do you sometimes read?

No.

Why?

Because I can't.

You can't read?

You're fibbing.

I can't do this either.

-Didn't you go to school? -Yes.

They teach how to read.

Yes, I learned it at school.

You have such a bad memory you've forgotten how to do it?

That's it.

You like taking me for a fool?

I've learned how to read, but it doesn't mean I can read.

I don't understand what I read, so I can't read. That's all.

Well, we'll see.

Turn the TV off and go stand in front of the bookcase.

Close your eyes, take a book, open it at random page and read.

"So, I find myself, over 65 years old,

looking for my first house.

I remember that my father had almost mortgaged everything

to buy a house."

Go on.

"He used to tell me: 'See, I pay

my whole life to have a house and when I die, it will be yours.

When you die, you'll do the same: you'll leave your house to...

your son.

That will amount to two houses and..."

Go ahead, finish the paragraph.

So we know what Bukowski really thinks about savings.

"The process

seemed very slow to me, house after house,

death after death. Ten generations and houses.

One person would be enough to gamble them or to burn them down

before running into the street, your balls in a fruit basket."

I love this old drunkard's phrases. "Balls in a fruit basket."

So, did you understand what you just read?

What if reading became part of your job?

Would you resign if you had to read for me?

No, I'll read whatever you want.

It won't mean I can read.

I don't care if you understand what you read,

you can read well enough for me, it will do.

Do I have to watch two jerks hitting each other all evening?

You always say "jerk."

Hey, scholar guy, can you make me a herbal tea?

Mint verbena.

Scholar guy.

Where's the scholar guy? Balls in a fruit basket!

It's not all gone.

Not bad for a drunkard.

Can I show you something?

Hey!

What do you think?

What's that?

Hey, you too! Come here.

Rodrigo, you've lost it.

No, I haven't. I have flair, that's all.

Listen carefully.

As a boxer, you're not worth much anymore.

But you're the best coach in the world.

You know I'm right.

Look. We organize a match here, in Cartagena.

Just like they do in Bogotá. It's huge over there.

We'll be rich!

This is Miranda. Isn't she cute? She's a real champion.

Sweetie,

this is Léo Chemeco himself.

Brother, this is a ticking bomb.

She'll fight them all.

Look at this little angel face.

Miranda will be her artistic name.

I'll do the thinking, you do the training, and she'll be fighting.

We'll be kings in the kingdom of women's boxing.

And this is Lina.

They're pretty, right?

So, what do you think? It's a great idea.

You're a nutcase, Rodrigo.

But I don't know. Maybe we can manage something.

You're the one who has to manage.

When do you want to start?

I have to talk to them first.

Go ahead.

Go hit the bag with him, please.

I'll start with Lina.

I would like to spar with you.

Why would I do that?

Because we have things to discuss.

I have nothing to tell you, gringo.

Does Rodrigo know what you do out on the streets?

I don't give a shit.

Very well.

Wait!

Now, we're all square.

Shameless.

I don't like men.

You practice a manly sport,

it's only natural to share the changing rooms and the shower.

Of course.

Why do you want to box?

What do you want from me?

If you want to fuck, it's 100 dollars. It's the price for the gringos.

I'm not a gringo.

Why do you want to box?

I like to punch people. Are you satisfied?

That's not what boxing is about. It's an art.

They say you used to be a champion.

Champion of what? Lecturing people?

Did you see ValdésValdès again?

I saw him yesterday.

Did he tell you about himself?

Not really. Rodrigo is not the talkative kind. Where is he?

Did he make any comments about me?

No. What about?

There's something I haven't told you.

He caught me doing it.

Ah. That's not very smart of you.

I know. I didn't hear him coming.

That shows he's discreet.

That he is. Very much so.

What did you do in France?

Stuff.

Dusting is nice, but there's all the rest waiting.

What stuff?

Nothing. Stuff. Odd jobs.

I was into sports too.

What kind of sports?

Dance.

Dance?

-Modern or classical? -What?

Dance. You know the difference?

Classical.

Classical. That's quite a surprise.

Why?

Because you don't really walk like a dancer.

Really? How does a dancer walk?

Splay-footed and gently.

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, Heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

No way.

I won't take such a risk.

When I know I can do something, I don't forget.

No! I don't trust you!

That's hardly a scoop.

Once more, you're wrong.

It will be done in five minutes.

Listen, I'll be clear.

You may not be aware of it, but you reek of alcohol all day long.

And your hands shake. I doubt your feet are any better.

So the answer is no.

Did you have any reason to complain so far?

Aside from the fact that it smells like a distillery, no.

And? I don't see the problem.

I don't want to fall down the stairs face first.

It normally takes three people to carry me.

The therapist, his assistant, Lucia. All of them sober.

You never go outside?

It's none of your business.

You're a caregiver, not a tour operator.

I had prepared a surprise for you.

Did you stop drinking? Switch to cocaine?

Your humor breaks my balls.

What's your surprise?

A game.

A game? What game?

Cheers to the sun.

And to the sea.

I didn't think it could happen.

So, what's that game?

What is it?

Close your eyes.

Is it your revenge for the bookcase?

Yeah, right.

Keep your eyes closed.

What are you smelling?

-Sweat? -That's me.

Nothing else?

-Is it rose? -Bravo.

I like your game.

Close your eyes.

And now?

That's...

sandalwood.

Bravo.

Thank you.

I have an offer for you.

I'll help with your fight.

But I'll deal with Lina, and you'll deal with Miranda.

And we bet 5,000 dollars.

We'll see which one of us wins.

If I win, you keep half of it and we're even.

I was a fool to think you had lost it all.

You're still a businessman. That's great.

All right. 5,000 dollars. Deal.

For your return, I'll give you the works.

You have a crush on the girl, right? Old bastard.

Do you at least know who Lina is?

She's a wanker, if you get my drift.

Lina is not coming to train anymore.

Do you know where she lives?

She's homeless at the moment.

What do you mean?

She's got no home.

She sleeps where she can.

She was prostituting herself last week.

At her father's house.

"I was about to fall into the abyss when I was saved by a miracle.

It appeared, accomplishing a ritual of my life

so regular and loyal

that I can only attribute it to the indecipherable will

-of tutelary gods..." -I'd like to go out for a stroll.

"...that guide me with invisible yet indisputable strands

in the midst of their dark designs..."

That's easy.

He's usually there every day, at the corner.

I'll introduce you to Latin America's greatest librarian.

I see him.

Parchio!

-Muriel! -Parchio! How are you?

I'm fine.

-I am happy to see you. -So am I.

This is a friend of mine, Léo. Léo, this is Parchio.

Léo, give him the books and come back in 30 minutes.

I'll stay a bit with Parchio.

The books.

Do you have new books for me?

Show me. What do we have?

-I'll be right back. -Where are you going?

-What did you tell him? -I asked what novel he was writing.

He's writing a novel? What is it about?

Love.

A public writer writing a love novel?

I'd like to read it.

Do you go swimming sometimes?

No.

I like to watch the sea, not be in it.

I used to like both, but being in it mostly.

How do you feel when you watch it?

I feel nothing.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

What do you think he does during his spare time?

The same as the other men. He drinks.

What are you doing here?

You'll have to pay if you want to have sex.

Why are you not training anymore?

Would you give me something to eat?

I'm tired of hearing idiots mocking me when I'm boxing.

And of those who come to watch me when I shower.

I'm going to do it, you know.

Nothing happens with me if you don't pay.

I'm going to make you win.

So you can start a new life,

with a husband and children. With money.

I was wrong.

My life started when I was 11, the first time I was raped.

It's too late for the kind of life you're describing.

Why don't you do it, if you're so bold?

You're full of bullshit.

I did it. I won.

I bet 5,000 dollars with Valdes.

I'll give you half of it if you win.

-Really? -Yes.

I know a place where we can train and where nobody will bother you.

Miranda has a tell. Look what she does with her feet.

Look.

She does that when she's about to throw a direct punch.

You have to evade it.

You have to learn to evade it.

You're lazy. You have no energy.

I told you no drugs and no alcohol.

Your grandma would be disappointed.

Did you know my grandma?

Don't talk about disappointment.

I'm slow because I'm hungry, you idiot. I haven't eaten since yesterday.

Why is that?

Why do you think? I have no money, you idiot.

Stop calling me "idiot." You should know how to get money.

The big guy wants to be with you.

You're dreaming, idiot.

You didn't eat anything.

I wasn't hungry.

I'd like to know.

What?

Will you sleep with him?

No.

-And? Are you enjoying it? -It's good.

Why don't you dance?

I don't know how to.

We say that a man that can't dance is not a man.

Do you like how I dance?

Yes, you dance well. But you seem a little lonely

compared to the other girls.

Look what that crazy girl did!

She's dying! Are you okay, honey?

She was talking shit behind my back!

Now she knows!

Wait. Wait! I need to piss.

What a relief.

There he is!

You're going to pay for that!

You son of a bitch!

Where's your fucking bitch?

-I don't know. -Where is she?

Tell me where she is! I'll kill her!

Drop your gun or you'll die!

Let him go!

You're strong, but they hit you hard.

You have to tell them...

What?

What are you saying?

Tell them...

I don't understand what you're saying.

Tell my boss.

Ask for Lucia.

You see?

I don't know anything else.

He just said he can't come.

Just today or is he not coming back?

That he can't come.

I don't think he'll come tomorrow.

Why is that?

I don't know. That's how it is.

And who are you, exactly?

His neighbor. And you, who are you?

-Tell him to call me tomorrow. -I told you he won't call.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Do you think you can buy me off just like that?

Don't insult me like that, you could regret it.

You like him.

Forget him. He's bad in bed.

He sent someone to say he's not coming today.

What do you mean, he's not coming?

Who was that someone?

It was some young boy. His neighbor's son.

What did he say, exactly?

That he's not coming.

Nothing else? Are you sure?

You'd tell me.

I bet he won't come back.

Too cowardly to tell it to my face.

Let me know if you want tea.

Can you take the Rimbaud?

Page 13. The poem entitled Sun and Flesh.

It starts with:

"The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,

Pours burning love on the delighted earth."

What does it say after that?

"And when you lie down in the valley,

You can smell How the earth is nubile

and very full-blooded."

Do you want your tea now?

Yes, thanks.

I've worked at the University Institute for three years

as a nursing assistant.

After that, I've worked...

He died and...

What story will you tell me this time?

Your alarm clock took two days to wake up?

I got into a fight.

You don't say. I thought you look good.

It used to be my real job.

I thought you were a dancer.

You're a professional killer. Did you study for that?

Do you have a résumé?

I can set up a shooting range in the corridor

so you can relax after the washing-up.

You're two days late. I warned you. You're fired.

I give you my word it won't happen again.

I'd like to stay.

Get out.

Ask Lucia for the money we owe you.

Get out.

Do you never lock the door?

What for?

Does it bother you if I stay here for a while?

No.

You're slipping down.

So are you.

You don't want to do anything.

That's no big change.

But now you're slipping a bit further down.

What effect does your product have?

What you just said. I slip.

I float. Sometimes I fly.

The world becomes downy.

Remote too.

I'd like to try it.

Double dose, even. Bottoms up.

It's way too dangerous.

You would risk... You know very well.

No. What could be worse?

I'd like to go for a stroll.

I don't care about coming back.

So, answer me. Do you feel up to it?

I can't.

-I can't. -Why?

I can't because I love you.

Actually, the truth is that you need me.

My only use is getting you to get up in the morning.

So stop saying "I love you."

Let's play a game.

What game?

I ask you questions. You answer.

What if I don't want to answer?

If you don't want to answer... just stick your tongue out.

Fine. Ask away.

Are you in love with me?

No.

Do you desire me?

No.

Do you think you will some day?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

You're right. Just in time. I almost pulled the trigger.

It's your turn to ask me questions.

What will you do after the fight?

I have three options.

Continue boxing and become a champion like you.

Continue to prostitute myself, but only with rich white men.

Not with poor guys like you.

Going to Europe with you,

but only after you've gotten married.

What do we do now?

You, I don't know. I'm going to sleep.

-My God! -Shh!

What shall we do?

Let him sleep.

Remove the mosquito net and raise the bed.

Did you sleep well?

Was the bedding to your liking?

Should I ring to have your breakfast served?

I'd like to come back.

That was yesterday. This morning, you're here.

"I'm back. Your house and your bed are my hotel, and fuck you."

Why should I take you back?

-I won't screw up anymore. -That's not enough.

I'm a decent cook.

It's not enough either.

Because you're generous.

You're kidding, right?

What guarantee can you give me? None!

See?

I quit drinking.

-Almost. -Yeah, right.

Your breath is betraying you.

Why do you drink?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why do you drink?

It's none of your business.

So fetch Lucia and get out of here.

I'm waiting.

As always.

You bastard.

-If I was truly one -What?

You wouldn't drink?

You wouldn't have a conscience?

You're not a bastard, you're a...

a romantic who drinks because he's been a prick.

A "romanprick."

You missed me.

I help you. "You see what a bastard you are!"

-I'll help you again. -I don't need your help!

I need a caregiver who's perfectly punctual and sober.

I will be.

You think you can treat me like this?

I'm not a normal woman. Maybe that's why you behave that way.

You wouldn't dare treating another woman that way.

You are a coward.

You think I've never laid down in a woman's bed while she's sleeping?

You don't understand anything!

-What's there to understand? -I...

I'm talking about suffering.

Suffering from you going back and forth

from your comings and goings, your...

"I'm going, I'm staying, I'm leaving, I'm back!"

It's not my fault.

I didn't want to leave. You fired me.

A normal woman might have given you a second chance

because she can afford it.

I just can't afford it.

What?

It would take... only one fish bone to kill me.

Go prepare my breakfast. I'm hungry.

-She wants her... -It's ready.

She'll take you back.

I had no doubt.

It's the first time she's spoken about ending it all.

You know, Léo,

Muriel is the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me.

And I couldn't bear you hurting her. Get it?

Always remember what I just told you.

Never forget it.

I also know one text by heart.

"My love.

I've known that it's a boy since Monday.

We often spoke about it.

You want a boy because having a girl wouldn't be as good.

Girls don't box.

You want to show your son the boxing moves.

You think you'll make a great boxer out of him.

At least, you told me so.

I've been waiting for you for three days to tell you this most wonderful news.

I've been waiting for this moment for six years and three days.

Six years and three days waiting for you

to stop fucking your whores and partying instead of being with us.

-When you find this letter, l..." -Stop!

Stop it!

I don't want to hear the rest.

I want you to roll me in the grass.

-Promise me something. -What?

If you go away, don't leave me behind.

I promise.

Good! Four punches. Good.

Go on.

That's it. Again. Quicker!

Two hands. Duck.

-Duck again. One more time. -Again?

Yes!

Street girls are mean girls.

Very good.

I don't want to bother you with this, but there's something I'd like to know.

The people you fought with, could they be trouble for you?

What sort of trouble?

I don't know. More serious trouble?

Are you afraid for me or for you?

For me, of course.

They're not strong enough.

"Afraid for me or for you?" "They're not strong enough."

You're not a caregiver, you're Superman.

I don't like the word "caregiver."

Sure, you prefer "Superman."

I can't come next Tuesday and Wednesday.

Did you tell her that?

No. I wanted to discuss it with you first.

May I know why you'll be away?

She's going to ask.

I'm coaching a young boxer. Her first fight is on Wednesday.

-Is it the girl you sent after your fight? -Yes. Why?

Just like that.

-Can I ask you another question? -Go ahead.

How long will you stay here?

-Am I bothering you? -It's not about me.

I'm not leaving.

He trains a young boxer.

He's taking him to his first match on Wednesday.

How old is he?

Twenty.

What's his name?

Obardo.

Why is it you telling me these things and not him?

Tomorrow, go buy him a nice shirt.

Sun-colored.

Extra-large.

And buy yourself that perfume that I love.

You can exchange it if you think it's too flashy.

How do I look?

Sunny.

Hit her. Again!

Go on! Right!

Watch out! Step back!

Hit! Again!

Right! Come on!

Go for it, come on!

Yes! Yes!

You see? I told you!

Yeah!

Want something to drink?

No, thanks.

I could have given you the money yesterday. I had it on me.

I'm not here for the money.

I had forgotten about it.

I'm here because I need a favor.

I can't believe this.

You must have been punched one too many times.

"Forgotten the money"?

"Forgotten the money."

That's for Lina.

Give it to her. I promised.

What favor did you want to ask?

"She's white and shiny, unvarying and fresh.

Passive and obstinate in her only vice: gravity.

With extraordinary means to satisfy this vice.

Skirting, piercing, eroding, filtering.

Inside herself the same vice is playing.

She collapses endlessly,

renouncing any form at all times

only tends to humiliate herself, lies face down on the ground,

almost a corpse like the monks of certain orders."

Do you know who Francis Ponge is talking about?

The woman he loves.

"You could almost say the water is crazy

because of this hysterical need to only obey her gravity

which possessed her like an obsession."

For Astrid, Eulalia, and Brando