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That's not how you do it.

That's not how you do it.

It's forbidden.

Bad. Bad and even worse.

Everything is bad.

I'm the youngest of four brothers in a conservative family, in which positive

attitudes were not enhanced or praised,

and negative attitudes were punished.

I have dyslexia and the forbidden, the taboos and the fat shoe.

They were the only elements that were used to force us to study.

With what it cost me.

No entendía ciertos significados y necesitaba de varias explicaciones con

un mínimo de coherencia para entender los temas.

La madre que me parió era la típica ama de casa con depresiones constantes.

Contaba sus dramas a todos los vecinos.

Se fumaba dos paquetes de tabaco diario si bebía Cola Light.

Recuerdo que me comía sus antidepresivos creyendo que eran caramelos.

Muchos sábados, mis padres iban a cenar fuera y llegaban algo tarde.

Lo suficiente para vernos dormidos en nuestras camas.

Uno de mis hermanos me llamaba al baño en varias ocasiones durante años con la

misma excusa.

Cerraba la puerta con cerrojo y me bajaba los pantalones.

Fue a los años cuando fui consciente de que había sido objeto de abusos

sexuales.

Escapé de ese infierno y rompí cualquier lazo con esa familia.

En Madrid me enamoré de un camello.

Del chico de los ojos azules.

We fucked like fuck, but his lifestyle wasn't what I was looking for.

Maybe the lack of affection in my childhood was what I was looking for in

that boy.

Nena, deja el show, deja el drama.

Cuántas veces no has estado en esa cama.

Ya sabías lo que había y te metías en la cama de ese chulo que es pasiva.

Venga, nena, no seas tonta y vente arriba.

Que aquí tienes, como siempre, a tus amigas.

Nena, deja el show, deja el drama.

Disfruta del chill, que pronto se acaba.

Nena, nena, nena, en el coño tengo arena, tengo cuerpo de sirena y me llamo

Macarena.

Good night!

Five,

six, seven.

Feel it.

Enjoy it.

Dentro.

Solo en mi cuarto me siento con ganas De volver a sentir el fin de semana

De caer otra vez en la misma liada

That's not how it's done.

It's forbidden.

Bad, bad and more bad.

All bad.

I'm the youngest of four brothers in a conservative family, in which positive

attitudes were not enhanced or rewarded, and negative attitudes were punished.

I have dyslexia, and what was forbidden, the taboos and the fat shoe, were the

only elements that were used to force us to study.

With what it cost me.

I didn't understand a certain meaning and needed several explanations with a

minimum of coherence to understand the topics.

The mother who gave birth to me was the typical housewife with constant

depression. She told her dramas to all the neighbors.

She smoked two packs of cigarettes a day and drank cola light.

I remember that I ate her antidepressants thinking they were

candies.

Many Saturdays my parents would go out for dinner and arrive a little late,

enough to see us sleeping in our beds.

One of my brothers would call me to the bathroom on several occasions for years

with the same excuse.

He would close the door with the red light and lower my pants.

It was at the age when I was aware that I had been the subject of sexual abuse.

I escaped from that hell and broke any ties with that family.

In Madrid I fell in love with a chameleon.

The boy with blue eyes.

We were fucking great, but his lifestyle was not what I was looking for.

Maybe I was looking for the lack of affection in my childhood in that boy.

Cinco, seis, siete, dentro.

There it is.

I don't know why they don't leave me alone.

What do I do?

Don't open it, friend.

Don't open it, Dano. You already made a decision.

Yes, friend.

You are strong.

Remember that if you open that door, you will return to the same.

I will be able to.

Howdy mate!

Howdy mate!

You've been avoiding me.

Why?

What do you want?

You already know what I want.

I want you to leave me alone.

Don't come back.

Are you sure?

I can't be myself.

Are you coming next Saturday?

We'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

I don't stand in line, I don't pay for clothes, but that.

But I wait for you.

I don't like to drink, I don't like to think, but that.

I'm solving

I'm gonna go home so you can organize for me.

Look at that thing.

There's a lot of perfume.

I don't think that's gonna work.

Bro, why is that?

I feel like shit, man. I just went to shower and I felt like shit and I wanted

to vomit.

But it's ugly, man.

You're feeling hot.

I'll bring you something from the store.

Look at the time.

You already had your face.

No, I'm fine.

Wait for me, I'll be there in 5 minutes.

Bro, what's up?

All good?

All good.

I've had my tea and I feel a little better.

Did you drink this?

Come on, Paola must be mad because you haven't arrived yet.

Bro, how can I leave you like this?

Don't worry, just go. If anything happens, I'll wake Cindy up. No, man,

everything's fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Let's go to the bathroom tomorrow. I'm better now. If anything happens, I'll

write you or call you.

Well, bro, I'm not going anywhere.

Come on.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey bro, I already told Paola that I wasn't going to go. That I was really

sick and... I don't know, what are you waiting for?

Did you call her? At what time?

Oh, no, no. It's just that... she hung up or... Well, she hung up, I don't

know.

Are you crazy?

She said she'd do it now, but tomorrow she'll fuck me up.

Well...

You only have two options.

Build it.

Or you can build it.

Hey, think fast.

What you don't know is better.

Well, I'm going to get some water. I need to relax.

Yeah bro, lay down here so you can sleep better.

This time.

I met you at the shop.

Someone's getting high. I'm lonely.

I'm in the city on my own.

Never would have thought you'd be the one. I got a homie.

That's the way it goes.

I'm reaching Nevada.

Goodbye, sweet Rwanda. High school was never

for me.

So you have decided.

Flight?

Witnessed.

Chipper on the day.

No holler?

You see, I cannot go.

It'll be difficult to leave.

You know,

Uber was never my goal.

They like

my work.

10 meters wide.

You know... You know how

I have worked for it?

No, I mean... We have.

You and I.

3 years 3 years is like a lifetime

First day, first show, back-seater boy to me, blue shirt,

the blood, red pendant.

I know, I scored.

See?

My love, still I have it.

I took your number from that booking.

In new, right?

Stalker.

But a cute one.

I called you first.

Do you remember?

You gave me your number and I called you back.

Do you remember I called you?

You have a lot of drives.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.

What a great fun looking at the post.

Effortless poetry.

You write next to me.

I felt positive and lucky.

Five and three months.

Come on. Yes.

We'll be together.

What do you mean?

How so?

I'll make it happen.

Let's build when I reach.

I decided.

Look into your eyes and see

it.

You know.

Now that I'm coming to you.

You call on your way back home and say

you wish I could feel the crispness of the maple leaves underfoot.

With you I look at the second overhead heavy and airy.

losing their green slower than the ones where you are how different can it be i

ask which is to say do you remember

After I land.

Oh,

this feel of a return.

I want to be back to come to you.

The winter when we walked under sagoon trees in repetitive but no definite

patterns. How the crunch of our steps welded so your steps were mine.

What do you mean?

And?

What's the question?

please help me please

the

person

you are calling is not answering please try later

Are you packing?

Can't talk for long.

Migraine. Tablets?

I miss you.

You should have been here.

Yeah.

Both French wine and chocolates and perfumes for our special

cuddles.

Pull the video calls.

Bring the rainbow.

You say it's the color

as much as the sound.

For weeks your designs played with autumn.

like a young boy sketching his lover over and over until he realizes

the lover will always be outside the sketchbook.

Quarantine. What now?

Okay, shoot.

What else?

People can sniff like dogs. All of you be careful.

So Ali, close your mouth before the wedding.

I'll find a way.

Just let this quarantine whatever fuck first.

Or better go back.

What?

What's your problem?

I'm here to go back.

Are you jealous of us?

Thank you.

you

Autumn, colors I have not known like you do.

So when you send me pictures of the street outside your house, lined by

vermilion, yellow, harmless flames strewn across the pavements, I

always say, it's just like in the movies.

I know how much you want for me to know all the colors you do.

to feel them as you do.

You who talk in colors while I just want so much to know.

How you walk the tape around my waist, over my shoulders to make me feel like a

mountain.

The cold of the tape held by your sure fingers.

The hair on my skin like trees.

So you're home.

Now.

Does that matter?

World's going crazy.

This is you.

To see you.

Touch you.

Feel.

If.

If we were to die.

I thought we'd be happier here together.

Our memories are here.

Brother home.

He left his job.

Sleeps all day.

Baba.

Baba coughs around.

Why this?

Didn't we have enough talk on this already?

Don't we have plans for us?

Say things to each other.

I'm here now.

Are you?

Life throws many surprises.

So many deaths.

We are so helpless.

Same topic, dad.

When should we simply focus on us?

After years, it's our time.

Why can't you see it?

Were you lonely?

Something for me?

I do.

Wait.

I need to throw up.

All your favorite colors.

Stretch them myself.

I know the inches.

Tone, skin.

See?

I tried these sketches.

Thinking of you.

I have done costume for so many clients.

who I didn't even see.

They have been torturous.

I know it's you who are doing this.

Then I create for you.

Takes me only a night.

Yes, your expertise.

I should have guessed.

Your works has always been on me.

Your passions, dreams, success.

And didn't you receive this award for best design?

Years of consistent designing.

Now, everything is done.

My creation and you now.

I want to see you then.

I have lived in your creations.

You create to see me inch by inch.

Why don't you listen?

I have you in everything.

In everything I do.

Yes.

Softly. Gently.

The fabric that you touch and cut.

You will not know.

Every creation.

Every achievement for you.

Shows. Next shows. And next.

Up there.

So different you look. In dazzling suit.

No.

That's not why I meant.

The music they played.

Like a dream.

Breezy.

Windy.

Exactly.

Open.

Spacious exhibition.

I know.

You'd love it.

I couldn't mention you, though.

Me? Ah, I get it.

Difficult.

But no one would have understood that, right?

Maybe.

My epiphany.

My nirvana.

I thought all those moments.

Thinking when I send a link.

And Todd, flying back.

Now I am rich.

You are in me.

You are my creation.

We are a thing together.

And together, we dream.

No!

I'll be gone.

Did I make you suffer?

This current had taught me what you meant.

I have felt it.

Yes, I know.

It's you.

It's you.

I wait for everything.

Everything.

Now you won't touch me.

Even once?

Oh, don't you know?

Your touch will change everything.

Why?

Okay. Okay, I won't touch you.

Why don't

I touch myself?

Why?

Huh?

I'm forever here.

Here forever in... Here forever in... In you.

I'm... I'm here. Don't you see that?

Think.

Think. Think.

What?

What does that... What does that thing keep us apart?

Oh. Don't you know those open fields and quiet rivers

we went and met?

Flowers that gave you colorful dreams.

The leaves that designed your ideas.

Don't you see that you've been tormented by them?

Even now?

When you look...

Outside the window.

It's so difficult.

Oh, we are in river.

We are dreaming.

Dreaming.

Dreaming. That's the whole point.

Dreaming, aren't you?

Hold your hand and move ahead.

Please.

Please. Don't you dare do that.

Why?

You are dreaming.

You touch me, you wake up, and I'll be gone. No.

No, no, no!

No! No! That's not true! No!

No! No! It's not true!

It's not true!

It is.

We are here.

Together.

We saw all.

At home, at the market.

You and I strolling.

Arms on our shoulders.

No. No.

It's not possible. No, no, no.

No.

No, we are here.

Together.

No. No.

No. My muse can't go away.

I'm here.

I'm here.

No.

No.

I'm here for my muse.

My love.

We have to get it.

No. No.

It's not true. It's not true.

It's not true.

I'm here!

I don't need to touch you.

We are dreaming again.

We are dreaming again.

Oh, thank you do don't need to go now. Can I call you be

sorry by now?

But oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Thank you.