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Carmen, my heart.

These men...

They weren't the first

and they won't be the last.

Different faces.

Different shapes and sizes.

But they are always the same man.

One man.

His eyes are sad but produce no tears.

He is parched and cold,

like the desert in the night.

His heart pumps sand through his veins,

not blood.

He yearns for the tears of our eyes.

The milk from our breasts.

The blood of our womanhood.

Anything that he might taste life again.

He won't.

He can't.

Where is she?

You have loved me,

as I loved my mother.

Now it is time for you to leave me.

Time for you to fly.

Go to the city of angels,

to La Sombra Poderosa, and find Masilda.

If you are my heart,

then she is my spine.

She will be yours as well.

My precious Carmen,

inside of you you carry my blood,

my milk,

my tears.

Take them to my Masilda.

Both of you, share them.

Feast on me!

And I will live inside you forever.

Loving, dancing, laughing.

Do it.

Wait up, asshole. What's your name?

-Are you Mexican, Ramon? -Yes, yes...

Francisco is my wife's cousin. He gave you the money, right?

Come, your ride will soon arrive.

-ls it a truck? -Yes, yes...

-ls it safe? -Yes, yes...

Nothing's wrong.

Look.

For you.

You're okay.

Don't cry anymore, blue night

Your shadows shelter my soul

For now, fly without fear

It's time for me to leave

If I get lost in the wind

Then the wind has given me wings

Sing the echo of who I've been

And my blood burns all the way to dawn.

Off we go, come on!

Everything's alright.

-Are you free? -Hop in, l'm good to go.

-What's your name, sir? -Angel.

-And yours? -Carmen.

-And where are we going, Carmen? -To your city.

The city of angels.

I've never said no to an adventure.

Me neither.

Angel! This is my friend Pablo.

He's going to Los Angeles and he offered to take us.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

We've taken you far enough.

-No, it's too much. -Please.

Thank you.

Be careful, Carmen. Always remember

that the thing you're running from is the thing you are running towards.

Thank you.

Why don't you get rid of Blondie... and come with me?

Because he's a man and you're a musician.

I understand Spanish.

She is from nowhere in particular.

But she knows where she comes from.

And she knows where she is going.

Clear the way for this woman.

Her story is her root. What holds her

when she loses her way.

When she doesn't know where to go.

Clear the way for her strength.

The strength of the blood.

The strength of her mother, of her grandmother,

of the soil fighting to emerge.

Throw me a chance

and chance will bring you back to me.

Clear the way for this woman.

Come and rest with me. Put your life on pause.

Rest in my lap.

Come and rest on my chest.

Life is a mystery that no one can solve.

What's important is to know who you are and where you want to go.

If you are looking for a place

To be free

Free from that hurtful thing

That oppresses your soul

If you need refuge from what kills

From the tides of this world

Come to me

Come to me.

Who the fuck is this? I don't want to be bothered? Fuck!

Yeah, I know. Calm down. This Mexican girl is really insisting.

-What girl? -Come in.

Carmen, is that you?

Holy Mary.

My God, l can't believe it.

You've got your mother's eyes,

like burning coals.

They killed her.

Damn those sons of bitches.

My mom told me you were like sisters.

Yes.

Sisters of life and sisters of death.

I wanted to ask you if I could stay here for a night or two?

Of course. Of course, sweetheart.

Can I give you a hug?

Oh, my dear Carmen.

Carmen, my little girl...

The quiet ones with manners always have the big dicks.

Masilda, stop.

See what l have to put up with?

He looks like he has a good dick, doesn't he?

-Yes, you have lots of potential. Lots. -Enough already.

I'm sure he's hungry too.

Fix him something.

She will fix you something to eat.

Come, sit down.

No, no, no, it's okay.

It's the first time you enter my home.

In Sevilla we do it like this.

These feet know how to dance, right? They're butterflies.

-Sorry, l didn't see you. -You do it beautifully, Carmen.

Precious.

-l don't dance like her. -You don't need to.

Everyone dances how they feel. That's how it's supposed to be.

Look at yourself.

You're beautiful.

Everything you're looking for is here.

Inside you, everything is here.

Don't doubt it.

Oh, my little girl.

Get it out.

Don't torture yourself anymore. Get it out, stop torturing yourself.

She is here with us.

-l miss her. -She is here with us.

She is here. Feel her.

Everything is wrong. I don't know what l'm doing here.

-You're alive. -Why am l here and not her?

You're alive. And you're looking for yourself,

that is already a gift.

Don't worry about anything else.

She will always be with us. Always.

Dance.

Dance, because that is what she made you for. To dance.

Dance. Dancing will heal you.

Don't worry about anything.

For her. Dance for her and for you.

Look.

Do you feel it? Can you feel her presence?

Your hands are cold.

Cold hands and a warm heart.

Why didn't she tell me about this place? Why did she leave?

She needed to be with your grandmother. And then with you.

She sacrificed herself for both of you.

You have to make sure it was worth it.

Don't torture yourself anymore.

You have to be free.

Beautiful Carmen.

Let's move our skirts!

Let's dance!

Let's sing!

That's what we were born for.

We built this place together, your mother and I.

We dreamt of every corner.

We would stay up late, smoking and drinking.

Dreaming.

This place is your home.

You can always come here, whenever you want.

She'll be waiting for you, because she is here in your heart.

She is in both of your hearts.

Why do you think we named the club "La Sombra Poderosa"?

Because her name, Zilah, means "shadow". And Masilda means "strong".

Strong shadow.

-Dance for me here, okay? -Here?

Hey, how about changing the name of the club? l can name it

"El Poema Poderosa". Because Carmen means poem

and you're the beautiful poem that she wrote.

I was still a young girl.

Oh, poor girl.

-When you found me by chance. -How convenient.

And because of your worldly charm

You crushed the flower of my innocence.

He took it away!

You did with me what all men do

The ones who are like you with women.

They're assholes!

So don't be surprised

When I tell you now Who you are to your face:

Yeah, what is he?

A bad man.

What is he?

Your soul is so vile

That it has no name

You are a scoundrel

You are evil

You are a bad man.

I belong to myself.

And to my heart.

And I go wherever it calls me.

Do you understand?

"Hail Mary,

full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death."

Mother.

Mother,

you told me to fly.

It's a cruel God who grants you the gift of flight

but never allows you to land.

Let's go.

You paid to see blood. And blood is what you'll see.

Blood of my blood.

She is one of a kind.

The most beautiful poem, made into a woman.

Wait

This too shall pass

It's dust

From what is to come

To be able to tell what happened Without the pain

To be able to sing it, you and I

I know

You want, you want to know

If you

Are going to be saved today

If time

Will heal everything

To be able to sing Like someone without fear

To be able to sing it, you and I.

Fight!

Here we fight!

No bell.

We fight to the death!

Place your bets, your bets!

Fight, fight fight! ...