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THE SACRED FAMILY

Good Friday

The fish.

We have to buy the fish.

Weird.

I had a dream...

I dreamed of thousands of rabbits.

Thousands of them.

We opened the window and they jumped and ran in.

- The beach was full of rabbits. - It is full of them.

I'm kind of nervous.

- What shall I cook for her? - For whom?

For this girl.

She'll eat whatever we cook.

Shall I prepare a room for her or a bed next to Marco's?

I don't know.

We should let them decide themselves.

Marco invited her.

I don't want to meddle...

She's his girlfriend.

What do you think he wants?

Don't you know?

C'mon!

What does any man want...

...when he's with his girlfriend at the beach?

Is fish a good idea?

Yes, though I'd be happy with a piece of meat.

Forget it.

Looks like we're forgetting rites.

None of the things

that used to be important

are still in force.

- Does it hurt? - No, it itches.

What a silly accident.

- She hadn't drunk much. - Not much?

You should have taken a cab.

She drove perfectly well.

Drunk?

- She hadn't been drinking. - It's a stupid thing to do.

I know. That's why I asked her to drive.

I'm not stupid.

Check this one out.

It's upside down.

I don't see it as something too defined...

It looks pretty good to me... aesthetically speaking.

But with light coming in like that, it'll be very hot.

Have you thought of that?

- What about some curtains? - I haven't thought of it yet.

It could be traditional and functional

but I don't want it that way.

- I love it! - But it's not very practical.

Why does it have to be practical?

We always get to the same.

- It's nice, but... - I love it, and it's gonna be mine.

It'll be part of the house.

I want that empty place there to be...

We could build

something wooden, concrete... any tree house

squared and very purist, but...

I love it. And it's not finished yet.

It's beautiful, I love it!

Here comes Rita!

- She's grown up. - Come in!

- You look beautiful. - Hello!

- You have a new haircut. - You're beautiful.

Nice to see you.

- You were right, then! - You came alone?

- So you come alone now? - You've grown up!

It's a long story.

Yes, I had an accident.

I was drunk too, but that's not to be told.

She was driving and...

the best part of it all...

was that she felt guilty and got very tender.

Guess what she does.

She's a drama student.

She's pretty wild, but I really like her.

I'm mad about her. I'm mad, mad about her.

She's top.

It's my first time with a grown up woman.

I mean...

a real woman.

She's coming now. I'll introduce her to you.

So you two can chat and you can ask her things.

No, I'm injured!

It's good!

"No Words."

Excellent!

For me?

Look at that.

Hey, guys!

Sweetie!

You look beautiful!

I didn't know you were coming!

Nice to see you! What's that?

Pedro... Marco... Rita.

They are my friends.

This isn't gonna be too "Easter." We must study.

- How nice! - How are you?

Civil Law.

We're together in some subjects.

- I failed some... - It's nice here.

- We've been studying more than... - Walking around, sure.

We'll study after lunch but we could meet in the evening.

For dinner or after dinner, as you like.

Study hard.

Bye, Rita.

They like each other so much.

We're gonna have a great time.

You left the gate open. The rabbits will get in!

I'm tired of telling you to close the gate!

- I left it closed! - I hate rabbits.

- You can't control them! - There're no rabbits!

Your dad must've left it open!

There goes one!

How awful!

What's the use of gardening

if they come and destroy everything in a sec!

Get out!

You're crazy! Crazy!

Stop getting mad all alone!

Yeah, sure.

You'll get old.

Your father is a talker.

But he prefers speaking.

Speaking and listening to himself.

- C'mon! - Tell me truth.

Did you like my model?

Maybe dad's right.

Of course I liked it. I loved it!

It's mine. I asked you for it.

It's your work, and I love it.

Marco, the volume.

A little lower.

It's Good Friday.

In the old days, at Easter we used to listen to classical music.

It was wonderful.

Please! I'm begging you!

Today's not the day!

Let's try to maintain some quietness these days.

Let's respect tradition a little bit.

Sit in your usual place.

- A drama student. - A drama student?

- Is it a problem? - Not at all!

- These days everything's possible. - She's not that young.

She used to study something else

but she dropped it and started drama.

By the way, she's sleeping with me.

Tell me about Article 74.

Article 74...

That's about existence, isn't it?

The existence of people begins when they're born.

That is, when they are separated from the mother.

Brothers...

Don't be afraid... to smoke him!

It's a shame being in a place like this...

with this marijuana, this company...

and to study that shit.

Emancipation?

Emancipation.

Legal emancipation happens...

1st, after the death of the father.

5th, at the son's 21st year of age.

Pili.

Treat her well.

What?

Oh, Pili!

My God! Are you alright?

How did it happen?

Where is he?

Don't worry.

No, I'm going!

- Of course I am! - What happened?

- Pili's husband had a car accident. - I don't believe it.

She doesn't know how bad he is, but he's bad.

I'm going there.

- What for? - What do you mean?

It's the same if you get there a little later.

- It's not the same. - You can't leave like this.

Commitments are commitments.

Friends are friends.

One has few things in life.

Family is family.

You don't choose it. But you do choose your friends.

I chose you, and I'm choosing that you don't leave now.

Something could happen to you. You should rest.

Rest, and then you can leave.

When I was empty, who was with me?

My friend Pili.

It's not easy.

What I went through...

- We know. - No, you don't!

I'm sorry to tell you, but you're men, you don't know.

I have a commitment to them.

They were with me at such hard times.

I'm not saying you weren't there.

You probably were there.

But...

they were there, with their faith...

that strength... I don't know

who grants it to you.

- Nature, God... - Don't keep recalling that.

It's not a matter of recalling.

If I have a friend who's there for me...

- I'll be there for her. - Alright.

Come on, let her go.

Sometimes we're so asleep we don't really know what we're up to.

When they take everything out of you you're somehow less of a woman.

You get ugly when you smoke.

Ugly but happy.

A plane! Can you imagine the pilot?

He sure is far out.

Do this.

It's like those disco lights.

"Estretoscopic", "estredoscopic"...

That light that makes you see like...

It's the same feeling...

as an epileptic fit.

- A fit of epileptics? - An epileptic fit.

What does an epileptic have to do with it?

I'm telling you.

The same thing happens in your head.

- In an epileptic's head? - When he has a fit.

If I had a fit, I wouldn't see you.

I'd see a bombed image.

Just like that. I once saw an epileptic fit in the street.

I have them.

- Those fits? - Yeah.

Pili, hello!

I'm getting ready. I'm leaving right now.

- You came in and no one was here? - I went all around.

What a view you have!

You have a lovely house.

I'm his mom. Recommendations come from too close.

You can tell he's good. Where is he?

Marquito? I don't know.

You call him Marquito?

Not always, sometimes.

I took a nap. I must go to Santiago.

I have a friend with a problem. Tea?

- I'd love it. - I'll boil water.

A friend with a problem?

- Her husband had an accident. - You need help?

No, it's alright.

So you're Sofía.

I guess many people study drama, but I'm sure it's not easy

to become famous.

My boy!

Baby! How are you?

I'm glad to see you!

Are we having tea?

- Do you want some? - Yes.

- Pleased to meet you. - I'm Marco.

Hello, Marco. I'm Sofía.

- So you finally made it here. - Yes.

Something terrible happened to me.

- What happened? - I got on the bus...

and suddenly

it smelled awful.

Like I told you, like an expired yogurt...

like hot cream, disgusting!

I didn't throw up but I felt so nauseous!

It was awful, awful!

I had the smell here the whole time.

When I was getting off

I saw, next to the driver's foot

an armadillo this big.

- An armadillo? - This big, dead.

Dead!

You know charangos?

They're made from armadillos.

I love charangos

but I don't relate them to bad smells.

Charango music is beautiful. I used to have one.

- Remember when you were a kid? - Yes, I do.

My dad had a charango

and he tried to play it.

- And you? - No.

Tea?

By the way... there's a praying chain at 9.

- Don't forget it. - Are you a Catholic?

- I mean you. - Yes.

- We all are. - I'm not, mom.

- We're all Catholics in Chile. - Are you a Catholic?

I'm not. I don't have faith.

I don't agree with most Catholic laws.

They're absurd.

They mystified everything and built a whole non-believable story.

But people are timorous and believe it.

I do believe Christ existed.

I think he was a powerful man.

Mentally powerful.

He had an expanded consciousness.

He could perceive everything.

All his chakras were...

wide open.

I forgot about the eggs.

What eggs?

We have a ritual

during Easter days.

I hide eggs and...

Have your tea.

Marco used to love it.

And we've kept it as a tradition.

He's not supposed to see anything.

- Be strong. - I will.

Thank you.

It's been a pleasure.

Don't eat the eggs.

Not before Sunday.

What?

How are you?

Fine.

Gorgeous.

You look gorgeous.

What do you think of her?

She's like... big.

And you?

I don't know, but...

she's not for him.

When it comes to our son

seeing him happy is all that matters.

Take care.

You too, drive carefully.

What?

C'mon, stop it!

Where do I start?

What's that? What dirty stuff is it?

They're Valiums.

Those are to sleep.

I ground five here.

- Five of them? - A big dose.

It leaves you stupid.

If you want to call it stupidity.

You can put to sleep...

ten Sofías.

Ten Sofías?

- So it's very strong. - Yes.

And this is my present.

It's called MDMA.

Which is...?

Ecstasy.

- Cool. - You wanna try?

With me, of course.

What do you feel with...?

- I don't know. - It's great fun.

- Is it? - It is.

Is it like a super joint?

A super joint!

Yes, yes...

- You perceive things better. - Better.

- That naughty look you have. - Naughty? No!

You are enlightened. The whole idea is to enlighten oneself.

Your hands are cold.

Delicious! Delicious!

Cheers!

- Cheers, son! - Cheers, baby.

What is this?

From the accident?

What is it?

When we crashed

I was jerked forward

and got a little dislocated.

So it was strong. How did it happen?

I already told you.

Yes, but she must have lived it differently.

Truth is...

I was so drunk...

I just saw a big post in front of me.

It was horrible.

What I'm most sorry about is your leg.

You hadn't drunk so much.

Poor baby!

Poor baby.

Which leg is it?

- I'll start a bonfire. - Don't you want some clams?

So you were really drunk.

A little.

I just wish you were coming back tomorrow.

From the bottom of my heart.

Alright, love. Take care.

Say hello to Pili.

I hope he gets better soon.

Alright, a kiss.

You're wiser than him.

More experienced.

Every old man is wiser...

Speaking about architecture, too.

So it must be normal and hard to keep yourself

from feeling in charge of it all...

I try to establish rich relationships so as to make life worth living.

Otherwise, everything is amorphous...

like half done.

That's how people waste life.

Freedom doesn't mean allowing yourself to do just anything.

When I was little I was real free.

I had no fears.

I was cheerful.

Suddenly, I began to lose that freedom

after bad romantic experiences.

It's a cruel world.

Especially for a child.

Through acting I can connect myself...

again...

to my emotions.

Acting is liberating.

For me it's a way

to know myself...

to test myself.

I'm working on a monologue right now.

Ophelia's.

It's beautiful.

I'd love to see it. You should show it to us.

I'd be ashamed to.

I've shown you my house.

Your art.

Sofía...

Rita.

Hello, Rita.

Some Pisco Sour?

No?

They're here!

He's Pedro, my classmate.

- Hello, Pedro. - Nice to meet you.

He's Marco's father.

I'm Marco, too.

He's big Marco and I'm little Marco.

We're studying Civil Law.

We came here

since the rest of the family didn't.

Have fun, make yourself at home.

Bye, kiddo. It was a pleasure seeing you.

- Nice to meet you. Feel at home. - Thank you.

Are you close friends?

I'm trying to figure how close you are.

You're gay.

My best friends are gay.

You're brave. Is it hard?

It is. I mean...

You have to be happy in life.

I mean...

not keep anything inside.

This is a present for you.

Let's have it. Forget about studying.

But... what's gonna happen to me? It's my first time.

You'll release

serotonin.

The neurotransmitter

that regulates pleasure...

relaxation...

happiness...

freedom.

I really like you.

How sweet. We'll all love each other.

How're you doing?

Maybe it's too soon, but I'm feeling things.

I brought... I brought... I'm feeling far out.

Let's all sigh.

I feel cold sweat in my hands.

- Happy? - Yes.

What do you feel like doing?

Touching myself...

I feel fine. Definitely fine.

What do you feel?

Can I feel your hands?

You don't like me.

Anyway, nice trip.

Have a nice trip.

- How are you? - Excellent.

Hug me.

Thank you. Let's all hug.

Feels so good!

I want, too.

Welcome.

This is so good!

Stretch out!

He says...

that my models are bad...

and that I'm an architect project...

not a real architect, but a project.

Cool!

Crazy face!

The nails!

I adore you.

I am Ophelia.

The woman with a sword at her throat.

The woman with the veins cut.

Coming!

Did I scare you?

A little.

You've never...

been with another man?

No.

Don't be afraid of me.

I love you.

I'm fuckin' scared.

But you like me a little?

More than a little.

I tear the doors off to let the wind and the cry of the world get in.

I dig out from my chest the clock that used to be my heart

I turn the milk of my breast into lethal poison.

I stick it in my sex.

When you see me

cross the room

with a knife, you'll know the truth.

I don't see.

I don't hear.

I am the hidden presence

Camouflaged

in you

Camouflaged

in things

Did you ever imagine we could...?

Marco!

Easter Saturday

Incredible.

Awesome.

I loved your present.

What did your friends say?

We had so much fun. So much fun.

Did the dumb one have fun too?

She's not dumb.

Yes, she did.

We all did.

Why doesn't she speak?

Now it's an option

but when she was a girl she had... "selective dumbness."

It's something some kids have.

She lived abroad

a long time.

And she had a hard time when they came back.

- Is she retarded? - No.

She can speak.

You like her.

I like that she chooses not to speak.

I think she's rude.

No way!

She's crazy.

No, she's not.

I hated her.

Good morning.

Hi.

Marco?

He's sleeping.

You hadn't seen my room yet.

What do you think?

- A privileged view. - Of course.

Did you sleep well?

I did.

Looks like you had a long night.

Did you have fun?

We did.

Good morning, son.

There you have a towel.

Careful.

It has cartoons on it.

For the boy.

I find it...

not too evolved...

not to have anything to say... nor to speak...

nor to share.

She's pretty evolved.

She's always been like this.

Can you imagine your dad if he didn't speak?

Are you alright?

Beautiful.

Take my shirt off!

And this one?

It's nice, too. Both of them are nice.

Both look good on you.

Shall I read the I Ching?

I don't believe in it.

It doesn't matter.

- Everything's the same. - Everything?

Yes. Do you doubt it?

Let's see...

the state of things.

The state we are in now.

Though it's the same.

What're you gonna do?

Toss the coins.

Three heads.

The same.

- Same as before? - Yes.

"Waiting"

"Waiting is not mere empty hoping."

"It has the inner certainty of reaching the goal."

"Such certainty alone"

"produces that light which leads to success."

"One is faced with a danger that must be overcome."

"Weakness and impatience"

"can do nothing."

"Only a strong man"

"can stand up to his fate."

"Only when we dare to face things as they are"

"without self-deception"

"the path to success"

"may be recognized."

Attorney.

Everything's alright.

Article 74.

"About the beginning of existence."

Attorney!

Won't you speak to me?

Was it wrong?

Forgive me.

I'm going for a walk. Then I'm going back to Santiago.

How's Pili?

Is she calm now?

Do you think it's necessary?

Alright.

A kiss.

Bye, take care.

They know how he is now. Mom's not coming today.

She'll be back tomorrow.

"Weakness and impatience can do nothing."

"Only a strong man can stand up to his fate"

"for his inner security enables him"

"to endure to the end."

Waiting's interesting.

It carries important growth potential.

Waiting's not stopping.

On the contrary.

It's moving forward...

developing your potential...

and your capacities.

It's learning

so you can then accede

to whatever you're waiting for

or to a new level of existence.

But why?

Why that vision of the strong man?

You must be successful, win prize...

Like when they call you to give a lecture.

Why do they do it?

They don't care if you've achieved things or if you're creative.

They just call you

because you're successful...

which means...

nothing.

I don't mean you. I mean...

in general.

Can I have some salad?

Of course. Make yourself at home.

I couldn't.

How much?

- Some men are... - I have a terrible memory.

Do you? Me too.

Men are weak.

I like strong men.

Like the ones...

who snores the most... whose farts stink the most...

C'mon, we're eating here!

You're vulgar.

So vulgar.

- Am I shocking you? - A little.

Are you in love with your wife?

It's a huge process.

You build a world for her.

Then...

as time goes by...

you get to know each other better

and when you're old enough

you begin to care for yourself

because...

you seem to be always

caring for others

and blaming them for everything.

Your own experiences...

your feelings of guilt...

Suddenly you begin

to take command of yourself.

And I love her, I love her.

You got scared.

- Marquito. - Don't call me Marquito.

Is "my love" alright?

My love, yes.

My love?

If something bothers you, just tell me.

Being in love is a way of depending on the other.

What about you?

Do you love?

Do you see how he treats me?

It's just because I love you.

I dealt with a dead armadillo for hours

just to come and see you.

I was nice to your friends.

And you... you act indifferently

as if I weren't here.

- You mean me? - You mistreat me.

I call you baby, my boy... Shall I go on?

What's wrong with you? I called you Marquito because I adore you.

Adore me, love me, but don't call me Marquito.

Last night

He was crucified. Today we're in peace

in silence, waiting for Him

to resurrect tomorrow.

Cheers to life.

- To eating meat on Monday. - To silence.

To your meat.

Waiting.

The strong man.

Don't mock me.

I'm mocking the I Ching.

And me!

See where you're putting me.

I'm mocking

the gentleman who'll resurrect tomorrow.

- How dare you? - C'mon, Dad.

I'll be hit by lightning.

It's not outside, it's in you. You should understand that.

Last night

Marcos was Christ.

I loved suffering and being a cry baby.

Crucified and a sucker, a sucker.

A sucker!

I wanna be buried with this sound!

All men are suckers. I know the word is awful.

All of us were suckers in the beginning. That's how we were fed.

No, men are mama's boys and I can understand them.

The only one I truly believe has faith

is Gaudi.

I don't believe in God, but if God exists...

if God existed, He'd be in one of the steps

of a dome...

You mean if He exists, He's like carnival.

No way, Dad.

You can't say that the "Sacred Family" is carnival.

Not at all.

It's crazy, baroque, gothic, a fascinating mix

but not carnival.

Nothing's just there.

Nothing's nonsense.

Such a need to express...

Got a cigarette?

Upstairs. I'll get one for you.

I can go myself.

Just next to my room there's a brown jacket.

Put your hand in...

- Where shall I put it? - In the right pocket.

You'll find a pack...

of cigarettes.

Funny text.

- I'm sorry, it was funny. - Sure.

I'm sorry, sometimes I'm vulgar.

It's part of my search.

Excuse me.

Just out of curiosity...

with no bad intentions...

Tell me.

C'mon!

Yes?

Last night?

Yes, Dad.

Good?

Good.

If it's too strong for you,

I'll smoke it.

Delicious.

I'm sorry, I've become a hedonist.

I'm sorry.

Being a hedonist is very provocative.

It annoys many people.

Marco, for instance.

It does annoy you.

Does this bother you?

A little. Coffee? I'll make some.

- Great. - Coffee or herb tea?

- Coffee or tea? - Nothing.

I'll make coffee.

He doesn't love me.

Have your wine.

Cheers.

To your being alive.

You don't want anything?

Okay.

These are petards.

Kind of.

The cigarette of the strong man.

It's been a pleasure meeting you.

- Likewise. - You're a lovely person.

I mean it.

You too.

Thank you.

How can you be... scared of me?

A very simple

- straightforward person. - Thank you.

I'm about to convince Sofía

to perform for us.

I asked her, but she said that no one does it.

Are you really the way you're being with me?

What do you mean?

Do you think there's a hidden intention?

Sure!

There are roles to play.

Okay, I'm the father, he's the son...

and the Holy Spirit, amen.

And if I do it wrong?

I don't know anything about drama.

I am Ophelia.

The woman with a sword at her throat.

The woman with her veins cut.

The woman of the overdose.

The woman with her head in the oven.

I've stopped killing myself.

I'm alone with my breasts...

my thighs...

my lap...

I tear the doors off

to let the wind and the cry of the world in.

I smash the windows.

With bleeding hands

I tear the pictures of the men I loved...

the men who used me.

On the table...

the bed...

the chair...

the floor...

I set my jail on fire

and throw my clothes in it.

I dig out from my chest the clock that was my heart.

I go out dressed in my own blood!

Let hatred

desperation

rebelliousness

and death live!

When you see me cross the room

gripping the knife

you'll know

the truth.

What's my grade?

6.5.

6.7.

That was beautiful.

I was thrilled and touched.

I loved it.

You did it wonderfully.

Honestly.

I loved it, but I didn't... understand it.

- Maybe I'm dumb. - You don't have to understand.

You have to feel.

In that case I did feel things.

When you threw yourself onto the floor...

What?

Wow!

You know, Marco?

At the most romantic moment

your son came and said...

"You made me ill."

That was after the accident.

He meant his foot.

I hadn't seen it that way.

You got him ill.

What she means is

I should have said

something like...

"My blood boils"

"in the poetry of your hair."

You're talented...

strong...

and very sensual.

The text is

very sensual.

I know it's a tragedy, with all the harshness and pain

it implies.

Ophelia is not sensual.

So you must work hard

to remove the sensuality you put into it.

If she's not sensual.

I just felt it.

- She's not sensual. - She's not?

I was performing

a tragic woman.

A lover.

Like hard hearted.

Deceived, like me.

But not sensual.

That's the last thing I want to communicate.

It's something more...

originating.

But everything was

submerged

in a sensual mood.

So maybe

that's your job now.

To work out all those energies inside of you.

If it must be something dry or arid

I don't know how you'll do it.

Must be the red dress.

You'll do fine.

I'm going out for a walk.

Just give me my stuff.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you leaving? What scared you?

Didn't you enjoy it?

What do you mean what scared me?

You think this has to do with cowardice.

Yes, cowardice.

I'm not a coward.

This whole thing can ruin my life.

You got it all worked out.

Your family gave you an apartment and got rid of you.

They pay for your career.

You can do what you want.

Shut up.

You're fucking resentful.

Give me a kiss.

- Give me a kiss. - I don't want to.

I don't want to.

- Just a kiss goodbye! - I don't want to kiss you.

I don't want to, fucking horny!

Fucking horny?

Just take me to the bus station. Then go with your friends

and make fun of God.

Have your fucking ecstasy and do whatever you want.

What's your problem?

You're with me now. We can work it out together.

Hug me, will you?

Hug me!

I don't want to.

It's not that it's difficult for me.

I don't want to!

Pick up your things. I'll drive you.

Do I look like an asshole?

D'you think I have no feelings?

That I'm just fooling around?

You're the faggot here!

- You call me a fag. - Get in the car!

What's going on?

Help me, Marco!

Hold him!

Easy.

I want to leave.

Just be quiet.

Breathe deeply.

I want to leave.

We're going to Santiago.

Let's get him in the car.

I'll take you home.

Easy.

I can do it. I can do it myself.

Lean back.

I'm fine.

Let's go.

Pedro...

had an epileptic fit.

He's fine now.

Aldo...

is taking him to Santiago. He's fine.

Thanks for...

I'm going home.

Hi.

Where were you?

Are you alright?

Yes.

You're wet.

Yes, I fell.

You fell?

- Can I help you? - It's alright.

Let me help you.

How about eating something?

Okay.

I'm fine. I'll come in a sec.

Mom left some soup.

- Did she? - Yes.

Great.

Pumpkin soup...

- with apple cubes. - Delicious.

Do you want some?

Did you get bored?

So Dad didn't bore you?

He's a sweetie.

What about you?

Did you see your friends?

Any news from mom?

Just what I told you.

Alberto is steady

and she'll be back tomorrow.

Cheers!

To my delay.

- To your bump. - To my bump.

My heavy bump.

You could have called.

I fell while helping Pedro.

He had convulsions and all.

I hit my foot.

I got a little nervous.

He was biting his tongue.

But he's fine now.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers, Marco.

Let's try your soup.

- Is it pumpkin soup? - Pumpkin...

and apple...

and herbs...

Delicious.

Is it good?

It is.

- It should be hot. - Sure.

You look gorgeous.

Go sit while I serve.

I have a view here.

Of course.

- To see the soup coming. - Yes.

Alright.

So we add a little bit of dill.

- You all like dill, don't you? - Yes.

Do you like it a lot?

- I love it. - Me too.

Do you? I do.

It's delicious.

I love it more than you do.

No.

- I love it more. - We'll see.

I like it with a lot of dill.

This is gonna be a real Resurrection.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I always get confused.

The gentleman resurrected on the 3rd day, right?

On the 3rd day He resurrected

from the dead.

I believe in God almighty.

This one's for you.

Thank you.

That feels good.

Wait for me.

Cheers.

It'll get cold.

A little olive oil...

and death.

Listen.

Your mom's cooking ability

plus your invention, it's delicious.

- Do you like it? - Delicious.

- It tastes bitter. - It's the dill.

It tastes bitter.

This dill is more natural.

So what did you do...

while I was out?

I slept.

- You slept? - I did.

I read...

took care of the fire...

cleaned the mess...

You're not having cream?

I don't like cream.

I know it's delicious

but then...

I may sound like an old lady, but I swell.

It's silly, though.

- You never liked it. - Never.

- Why didn't you cook something else? - I love this.

You're getting to know a hidden side of me.

He made like a nice drawing.

- Very nice. - Yes.

So you guys slept.

No, you did.

Dad read.

I thought you'd watch TV, one of those...

Easter movies.

- More wine? - No.

Any more cream?

Just a little bit more.

More cream, Sofía?

Delicious.

- No, please. - Just a touch. An eye in the center.

A touch?

An eye.

An eye in the center.

I might as well get tempted.

So you didn't talk?

Sofía went to sleep

and you read?

- Is it important to you? - Sure.

Why is it important to you?

So you get to know my dad well.

Good, isn't it?

Cheers.

How come you're falling asleep?

You slept all day.

I'll read the I Ching for you.

I don't believe in it, but I'll do it anyway.

We can toss three olives instead.

Oh, no. One has to be different.

You're not paying attention.

Pay attention.

"Remorse disappears."

"The companion bites his way"

"through the wrappings."

"If one goes to him"

"how could it be..."

"...a mistake?"

Nice.

Did you hear, honey?

It's beautiful.

Let's make a toast.

Cheers.

To mom.

Are you cold?

Poor little thing is sleepy.

Remember when I was a kid?

You'd always beat me.

Let's play.

One, two, three.

C'mon, c'mon.

What's going on with daddy?

He's not strong anymore!

Are you sleeping?

Are you sleeping, honey?

Dad!

Dad!

You're like drunk.

Baby's heavy.

Easter Sunday

Let's go.

I've always been here

I am the hidden presence

Camouflaged in you

Camouflaged in things

I go in without knocking

Only a chosen few see me

I water for you

A garden of looks

I don't speak, I don't see, I don't hear

I'm just here

I don't speak, I don't see, I don't hear

I've always been here

I don't speak, I don't see, I don't hear

Adaptación de la traducción: Miguel Wald Agosto 2005