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Shall we go this way?

We've already been that way.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Maybe not. You could be wrong.

You are often wrong.

Not now. In no way.

Look at these trees. Look at them well.

All trees look alike.

What a silly thing to say.

Achestnut is nothing like an eucalyptus.

Everything about them is different. Even the smell. Don't you think?

How can a pine tree be the same as a chestnut tree?

They are indeed. Even if you don't understand it.

Maybe you are right. But I do see differences.

Women like you only see differences.

Nuances.

Insignificant things that are not important.

You have to get used to see the world

and mankind without complexities,

in blocks,

which cannot brake.

So, when we say: "stone",

"tree"

"man",

we shall know what they are,

without endless distinctions like how many types oi stones,

how many types of trees,

or how many types of men there are.

I don't think the universe will be simpler that way.

No.

But you're never certain of anything.

You never know whether to go forward or to go back,

to take a left or a right.

Without me, you'd be stuck here forever.

You'd grow roots, like one of these trees.

By coming or going, what have we achieved so far?

That's precisely it: we come and go, we fight.

Fight against what?

You never know.

Against destiny.

Against anything: we fight.

We'll manage to gel out, you'll see.

We always desire something we can't reach,

and when we do reach it, it's too late.

Don't move.

Similarly, alter dinner, he took the chalice in his hands.

He thanked you again,

and he passed it to his disciples and he said:

"Take it and drink from it, all of you,

for it is the chalice of my blood."

The blood of the new and eternal alliance

which will poured on you

and on the rest of mankind to forgive all sins.

Do this in my memory.

Let's pray and give thanks to the Lord.

...let it rain.

If it drizzles, let it drizzle.

No matter how much it rains and the wind blows,

I will never leave you.

If it rains, let it rain.

If it drizzles, let it drizzle.

No matter how much it rains and the wind blows,

I will never leave you.

Passing over the bridge, I saw a sardine jumping.

Fishermen, go out to the sea and pull out your nets.

Passing over the bridge, I saw a sardine jumping.

Fishermen, go out to the sea and pull out your nets.

If it rains,

let it rain. If it drizzles, let it drizzle...

I'm going to tell you a story, while you fall asleep.

Pitipin was the firstborn of five brothers.

Since he was the eldest, he was his parent's favourite.

He never stopped dreaming at all times.

He didn't dream while sleeping,

he dreamt when he was awake.

And lying on a soft couch,

he embarked on adventures and heroic deeds.

The four younger brothers worked hard, night and day.

While they worked, they were very noisy.

Pitipin complained that they didn't let him daydream,

because they made such noise with the tools,

a beautiful daydream he had began.

"Don't be so noisy!" their mother complained.

"Pitipin wants to daydream."

The second brother said:

"Pitipin, if we stop working, what will you feed on tomorrow?"

The youngest brother added:

"Pitipin,

what do you prefer, eating or dreaming?"

"Shut up, you lot!" their father shouted.

Pitipin wants to finish his dream.

But his brothers kept on making noise.

And Pitipin's dream,

faded away like a candle blown by the wind.

She fell asleep.

...armed with spindle and distaff,

they overthrew the chief.

The seven women from the river Miño,

were very brave Women.

Armed with spindle and distaff,

they overthrew the chief.

Do you think we can solve our problems

before solving everyone else's?

The problem of one man is always, inevitably, the problem of all men.

Our most urgent problem is finding a way out.

But this is a pointless search,

a hopeless search.

We must live on hopes,

even on hopeless hopes.

This forest seems to have no limits.

It reaches further than our lives.

It goes beyond the line of death.

Your complaints don't help us.

Tears can't bring the dead back to life.

But they do help us with our living memories.

Dead men have no friends.

We'd go happily along the path,

if this wild woodland had not been destroyed.

At the beginning, everything was so clear,

very open, without obstacles.

Everything was in perfect order,

well placed, part of a harmonious whole.

How could we get to this?

This world is upside down.

Because we were the ones that made it narrower, smaller.

We locked it up: us and no one else did it.

We built a fence around ourselves, this cage with no exit.

We disrupted the original order

and everything got tangled and mixed up.

We pushed the main pillar and the tower crumbled.

We weren't cast out of Eden,

we destroyed Eden.

We turned it into this impassable bush,

into this woodland that entraps us.

Are you coming or staying giving a lecture?

I'm coming.

Get closer. - What?

Come closer.

Damn it! The feet are slippery.

There you go.

Pull, Alberto.

Pull!

Come on!

Come on, now!

Be brave.

Get up!

Be careful. - Come on, push.

Carefully.

Slowly, Alberto, ok?

Pull when I tell you next, Alberto.

Now?

Pull all the way, all the way.

Pull!

Pull, Alberto!

That's it.

Some water. - What?

Bring some cold water. Here.

What a beast!

Come on, let's go!

It's a huge male.

Open the door.

I've given you my heart already

and the key to open it with.

I have nothing more to give you,

and you have nothing to ask me for.

Tacatomala, tomaladaca

my heart is on this side.

I left you a message in a hidden place,

but no one would guess what it says.

Stop, my brothers.

Where are you going? What do you want?

Wandering in the darkness like blind men.

You'll never get anywhere.

Accept my eyes, for they see beyond this forest.

Who are you that can see far beyond?

I'm Baqueano.

I know each inch of these woods,

each tree,

each bush,

each stone.

I can help you.

If you follow me, I promise you salvation.

Other voices will call for you, hiding in the woodland.

They are wicked voices,

they will try to disperse us.

Do not pay attention to them.

Nobody must leave the path,

for he shall get lost.

There is only one true path,

and I shall lead you through it, like a shepherd with his flock.

At the end, you will see the sky up high.

Immense

Blue.

Deep blue.

And the sun.

The shining sun in the day, warming us up.

And the stars at night.

Endless stars.

Like fireflies in the sky,

flickering like blinking eyes.

Much...

Much you will like the starry sky.

I will lead you outside these fateful woods.

They who love at night, are lunatics.

It was nighttime when I went mad.

And I don't care if you love another woman.

I will never forget you.

If I ever see you again,

begging underneath my balcony,

I will give you money, as I do to beggars,

but I will never forget you.

I will give you money, as I do to the beggars,

but I will never forgive you.

The end of the world is coming

in this land.

Oh, Jesus...

My poor little love

cries in bed at night.

Cries for he was once loved,

but nobody loves him anymore.

Sing another one. - But that one...

Wearing a black... love is over...

That's another one! - So many things...

What a nice black hat over that head...

'Lovers who wear black day and night,

lose their love in a fright.'

I passed by your door, you were on the garden,

and I saw you shining.

I can't remember.

Oh, Rosita, gather the cabbages, listen, you haughty woman.

Put the pot on the fire.

I can't sing. Can't remember the lyrics.

Walk straight ahead, go along the path,

for those who seek love, do not walk so slowly.

Come here, my love, for you're on the other side,

Come here, my love, for you're on the other side,

come and hold me tight, for I love you so deeply.

I do love you so, but it isn't too much,

I do love you so, but it isn't too much,

To love you well is madness, to love you badly, a sin.

To love you well is madness, to love you badly is a sin.

I'm leaving, it's late, it's getting dark over here.

The stars are dwindling and my lover hasn't shown up.

Let the moon shine for me on the path back home,

let the moon shine for me on the path back home,

for this land is no place for me, I can only see walls over here,

for this land is no place for me, I can only see walls here.

I'm still singing and dancing, sadness is not to be found here,

I'm still singing and dancing, sadness is not to be found here,

No one in this place has yet locked up my freedom.

No one in this place has yet locked up my freedom.