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It's Marco...

Remember me?

-How are you?

-Naked.

I need to buy some clothes.

That's all I've got.

I can bring you some

from your place.

I don't want anything from there.

Maybe another time.

-Where are we going?

-To Sybilla.

-You think I am crazy.

-Why?

-Because I don't want to go home.

-No, I understand.

When I separated, I couldn't

sleep in the same bed...

I was sleeping in the sofa,

in the living room.

For a week. Until I finally

bought a new bed.

So, you are separated.

I am alone.

AFTER A FEW MONTHS

Marco, we should

talk afterwards.

-We've been talking for an hour.

-You have, not me.

Indeed.

Did you read about the nuns

that got raped by the misionaries?

Priests, themselves!

It's horrible!

Yeah, they've gone bad too!

Where are we heading to?

First they raped the locals.

Then, due to AIDS, they started

raping nuns.

And I admired them so much!

Not all of them are rapists,

for sure.

No, some of them are

pedophiles.

-What's that? Everyone loves f***ing.

-Antonio, you are an animal!

-How do the bulls look?

-Good, but fat.

-How much do you think?

-Over 500 kilos.

I am going to the bar. And don't

forget, we are eating home.

If the kids don't see their aunt,

there'll be hell to pay.

Don't cry, my love.

-How is it?

-Very bad.

It tore her apart.

The father will be happy now!

'Not the little one!', we kept

telling him, my mother and I.

And yet, she became like him.

Don't be upset.

What time is it?

It has been four hours.

AFTER THREE WEEKS

Are you going to Cordoba?

Yes...I would like to stay,

but I can't.

We can't do anything extra.

The bar's been closed for 20 days.

The kids are with the neigbhour,

and I've neglected the other one.

If something happens, can

you be here in 2 hours?

-Rest assured for that.

-We have to have faith.

I light some candles...

...but I find it very

difficult to have faith.

When can we put her medals

back on her?

Not yet.

With all these...

wounds, the tracheotomy...

She never took them off.

I will get a vase.

I have to go to the US

for three months.

It is very important,

says my agent.

And yet...the way things

stand here...

...I don't want to go.

Can you get out for

a moment, please?

No smoking here.

Did she talk to you that day?

-Or rather, I talked.

-And what did you say?

Things that concern me.

Did she tell you anything

about me?

Honestly, Lydia hadn't talked

about you for a long time.

-It's my fault for what happened.

-No, it's my fault.

Caetano made me

freak out.

Marco, I've always wanted

to ask you something.

Why did you cry that night,

after you killed the snake?

It brought me lots of memories.

Years ago, I had to

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