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WOUNDED ANIMALS
Good morning.
Every time Silvio Lisboa plans a tryst
with his lover at the Princesa Sofia
when he's lucky, for an entire weekend
there is only one condition:
that it is always in room 23 on the 17th ?oor.
Room 1723.
Not because of some sordid fetish
or that it's a theme room in Roman style.
Or maybe it is, but that's not important
Even without a jacuzzi
at times they use the bathtub for erotic games.
But that's no reason to always insist on the same room.
- It'll be 1 year soon. - Should we celebrate?
With a weekend intensive.
"Sex-storming" really turns me on. Really.
Lots of talk. ls your money where you mouth is?
Silvio's fixation with 1723 is pan sentimental,
part perverse
It has a view of his house just a few blocks away.
And with binoculars he sees everything.
Why does he do it? Well, he gets off on it
- A change of scenery to celebrate? - What?
- Our anniversary. - You don't like the decore here?
- Don't call this decore. - But it's perfect.
And the only interior that interests me...
is yours.
She never asks the reasons for his obsession.
She doesn't care what happens outside of the room.
But if she gives it a 2nd thought
she finds his Casanova complex glaringly obvious.
- Irina? - Yes?
- Found what we were looking for. - can't talk now.
You'll be really happy.
Can call you back? Good afternoon.
Daniel, you can tell me tonight. See you soon.
Their stints in the hotel are difficult to plan
since both have busy schedules
It just doesn't suit the wall paper we chose.
And gossip y secretaries.
It has to be today because tomorrow is the opening.
Look, you know the clients are impatient, so please.
Please, make it this afternoon, OK?
All right.
Riga again?
No. Tallinn.
This weekend it's Tallinn.
Italy?
No, Estonia. Mariela, take my bags down to the car.
You look nice. Can take you to the airport?
It's OK, love. I'll go from the office.
OK.
See you, dear.
Excuse me.
What happened?
- Traffic was terrible. - thought you were trapped in 1723.
- Made it! - thought you got lost.
- Haven't lost it yet. - When am going to meet him?
Don't parade my conquests.
- But life is short. - And hard, I'm telling you.
See you soon.
Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please. Good evening.
Please step this way.
It is my pleasure to introduce the work of this artist.
Claudia is 36. She has one child
and two versions of her business card.
On the first, below her name, it says "interior designer"
On the other, "decorator".
And this is the big surprise
a Modernist ceramic planter, one of a kind...
This subtle use of synonyms sums up her success
so she can suggest a porcelain planter in a elegant residence
or a fashionable lamp for a trendy loft.
- A baroque chair. - Means decorator.
Means interior designer.
Hello Jose. Mr. Lisboa is waiting, right?
When Silvio met her, he was enchanted, mesmerized.
We want to mark our 20th year in this office
and so we both wanted to meet you.
- We need to redesign the office. - Update the image?
Every time we see a new interior by Claudia Riera
we feel it has more and more personality.
Especially liked your design showcase...
Really?
Like how you organize your plate
the shrimp-heads arranged so... don't know,
SO zen.
Zen.
- Well, I've traveled a lot in Asia. - Really?
He felt fascinated by her slight strabismus.
2mm of divergence that held a mixture of power
and mystery.
- still haven't been to Japan. - It's paradise.
A woman with very...
A very- well- a very seductive woman don't you think?
After the 2nd lunch meeting
in a Sushi restaurant designed by Claudia
they ended up at the Princesa Sofia
and they got 1723.
They have gone secretly every Tuesday
and some weekends, for a year now.
During this time they have become experts
in taking calculated risks
on the emotional and familial level.
It's like an adventure sport.
We hardly ever speak.
Sometimes feel don't know you.
How is it with your wife?
We keep up appearances, like told you, love.
We have separate bedrooms.
Silvio?
I'm fed up. These ex-communist hotels are getting to me.
- Poor darling. Are you alone? - Alone and bored, yes.
No TV? But hear you so well for you to be so far away.
Estonia isn't exactly next door.
- Can't hear you. - What's the time there?
Is it really so cold?
It's bearable. You just need to bundle up.
But the gray gets me.
Poor dear. So you won't be back till Monday?
Work is work, love.
For some genetic reason
Marcia has learned to live with his suspected infidelity
as if it were a defect from birth.
feel anxious- don't know why.
Maybe inside a cancerous desperation has been born
but it's not spreading yet.
Publicly, everything is perfect
Feigned virtue and balance.
If you want a little something, know an Indian...
- An Indian? - He's the best, straight from Brazil.
- From Copacabana? - From the school of Pitangui.
A very successful cranio-facial surgeon.
Nobody knows how, but he'll make you beautiful. Divine.
Do look that bad?
Did you talk to your mom?
She's well. My aunt is a little sick.
And my mother...
The house where work is a soap-opera.
A soap opera?
Yes, a real day-time-drama. I'm sure the husband has a lover.
Know- when he returns from trips wash his clothes.
His underwear are filthy, like they're starched.
- What does his wife say? - Poor lady... nothing.
Cries over nothing but make her a coca mate and she's fixed.
Every few months she gets imaginary back pains...
Back pains?
Yes. They're just an excuse
to visit an osteopath who treats her right.
- They say his hands are soft as silk. - Yeh?
But when clean the medicine cabinet the bottles of pills
and the tubes of cream he prescribes are always unopened.
Tonight can't take you home, love.
It'd be interesting to dig deeper into the Mexican's life,
but we must tum to a tragedy in the life of the Lisboa 3.
Well, tragedy is too strong.
Let's say it'd be a provincial vaudeville.
Mrs. Lisboa, you have a call.
Yes?
Mrs. Lisboa?
I'm the director of the Interiors Dept. of La Vanguardia.
La Vanguardia?
- I'd like to inform you that Riera... - Claudia Riera?
the famous designer. Do you know her?
Of course. She's divine...
We know about your home and hoped it would be OK
for the Magazine to showcase it
Claudia Riera would write the piece. Any objections?
No, on the contrary.
Know her work and adore it.
She did fantastic things to my husband's office. It's like new...
- So we can count on you? - When would it be?
If it's OK, next Friday.
- think I'm free. - It will be the photographer and her.
I'll be waiting. It's been a pleasure. Bye.
Thank you, goodbye.
Mariela, take my hand. don't know what to do.
Want to scream for joy.
Just don't know which friend at the club to tell first.
Maybe it's best to keep it a secret
and wait to see their surprise when it's published.
What you need Mrs. Lisboa is a coca mate
made with aspirin.
Yes, yes...
La Vanguardia!
Do they read it in Buenos Aires?
Those doses of coca mate were so revitalizing for Marcia
that they will be her only food for the whole week.
Imagine, my love! It's the Magazine!
Unbelievable, love it! It's fantastic...
Weren't we already in Marie Claire?
You're terrible. You're thinking of the pictures
of your business partner's country home
Ours is much more important. Much more.
It's in La Vanguardia and Claudia Riera is writing it.
Like a predator tempted to a more attractive prey
his lover's maneuver seems deliciously Machiavellian.
Claudia Riera, the designer?
Really. Claudia Riera.
THE DEVIL IS A WOMAN
How exciting my little darling!
Like a social debut, mama!
Above all they must see our house
is warm, but not too busy. Cosy, OK?
Natural, neither serious nor ordinary, natural.
And they shouldn't publish our address in the piece
or we'll attract thieves.
I'm thinking...
a bowl of cereal on the kitchen table is perfect.
Hum] and hide your father's tennis trophies.
Yes, yes.
Aided by an extensive library of design magazines
they order exotic ?owers
to go with the scented candles.
- Oh, how love it! - She likes it.
That one would be better.
They buy coffee table books about art
An original Jose Luis Pascual
for a pop-art touch in the bath.
- Wow, mean, it's a Pascual. - Pas-cual.
- Not like the president. - Then how, mama?
Pascual- like the milk, Carlota!
On a buying spree
they fall in love with a guest book
for a stand in the entrance.
Did you see the price?
Only the best.
Precious. It's silk. Truly rare.
Guests won't be able to resist signing.
It can be funny or serious as long as they sign.
We must do more shopping!
Tomorrow antiques!
But slowly. Let's not scare your father.
Thank you.
- Where is she taking this? - What do you mean?
Coming into my home with this report as an excuse is sick.
And like it, she's playing with fire but...
- It's her work. Don't be absurd. - It's more than her work.
- It turns her on. - Don't talk shit.
Really? Maybe think too much.
Be careful. My situation has gotten critical.
For me it's back to the wife or she takes it all.
Told you, you split up too soon.
Said it wouldn't last with a 22 year old skirt.
Especially not if you're living in a foul motel.
You were always more clever. You knew how to play both sides.
I'm an amateur.
In any case, let me give you some advice.
If Marcia confronts you, admit nothing.
Nothing. Don't be stupid.
Come on babe, it's late.
If the gas inspector comes, let him in but keep an eye on him.
And close the gas line when he goes.
Collect the mail so it's not obvious we're gone.
You've got my cell, but only for emergencies.
- You packed the camera? - Yes.
- And the cards? - Yes.
- And the fishing gear? - Yes.
- Are we bringing the new sheets? - Under control. My cell...
...kaputt. Let's go.
This sandwich is good.
What's on your mind, Silvio?
Was calculating what this farce will cost us.
- You'll fall short. - know you Marcia and...
Please, look at it as a unique opportunity
to redecorate the house. Like the Olympics were for Barcelona.
OK, if it makes you happy...
But don't charge too much. And best not to show them the bedroom.
- Oh, how could have forgotten! - What?
We must call our son to get us a dog.
He knows about that sort of thing. Yes, just for the day of the shoot.
But one that doesn't soil the carpet.
Let's see, one of those pure breeds...
Big, with lots of hair.
And calm.
Love... Today have a headache.
Come... don't you worry... I'll make it better...
Well, OK. But turn on the TV.
On the day of the visit there wont appear a good-matured dog
nor any Siamese cat lounging on a cushion.
Because their non-conformist, veterinarian son won't play along.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Were you waiting long? - Not at all. Just 5 minutes.
- Hello, good afternoon. - Good afternoon. Come in.
You are expected.
Hello.
Delighted to meet you...
- Nice to meet you. - Carlota, my eldest daughter.
- How are you? - A pleasure.
- Our photographer. - Hello, dear.
The goddess of good taste's style leaves Marcia so breathless
that she has a lesbian moment of butter?ies in her stomach.
You've no idea how I've looked forward to meeting you.
Silvio has talked so much about you and I've seen your work... charming.
Of course. My husband says hello and apologizes for not being here.
He'll be late. One never knows when he'll get home.
Too bad. I'd have loved to say hello.
He's truly, very sorry. But you and ...
- We don't need him, do we? - Of course not.
- Where should we begin? - By the door saw
some interesting icons.
Ah, yes, yes. Of course.
It was difficult for Silvio to find them.
He paid a fortune for them on the black market in St. Petersburgh.
- They' re authentic? - Oh yes, they're authentic. Of course.
It was a very dangerous business involving tens of thousands of dollars.
He could have ended up imprisoned in Siberia.
Love the subtle dialogue created between the carpets... Iranian?
- Afgans. - Afgans.
This way. Well, this is our king-size bed.
With Silvio everything is king-size. Can call you Claudia?
- Of course. - This way.
Quite a contrast between Rodin's style and Pascual's, don't you think?
Or is it a Picasso?
No, no. Pascual. We'd never put Pablo in the bathroom.
These little deco figurines are fun.
And have you seen the ones on the shelf?
Ah. You collect African art, too?
The maid prepared us a snack outside. Is that OK?
Excellent.
Your terrace is priceless.
- May? - Of course...
Even before deducing or understanding anything,
like a tasteless joke
the view of the weathered, whitish walls of the hotel
fills her with fury.
Excuse me, have to go. I've got another appointment.
Please, don't get up. Can your maid see me out?
Worst of all, we don't know whether to be annoyed or grateful, papa.
Just don't understand, darling.
Neither do we. And don't know if our efforts will come to anything.
Yes, it's that... she seemed so pleased but then suddenly left.
- But how did she leave? - Like we had offended her, daddy.
You just had to see it. Shocking. It's shocking.
Yes, it's very strange.
And she's the one who ruined it. Right mother?
Now I'm wondering... You met her...
Was she this way when they renovated your office?
- Don't remember. hardly knew her. - Well, tn] to remember.
Yes, it's true. She could be charming but then she seemed a little...
well... like a crazy eccentric artist. It's true.
What a bitch. But what a bitch!
I'm going to get sick.
Downstairs are so many parked limos.
Clients who hurry into the hotel.
On the other side of the avenue there are people jogging,
cyclists, sumptuous homes with lush terraces
and miniature gardens.
Claudia!
Wait. You'll see where want to go with this.
On the terrace of one of these homes also see a lonely man.
It's hard to tell, but from here he looks like an aged man.
And would say he looks longingly toward this window.
He seems to suffer.
Maybe it's because he used to come to this room.
Because he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.
But now these meetings are just a foggy memory
because the day his lover asked him to,
he walked away and never came back to see her again.
Exactly as you're going to do right now, Silvio.
He spends the next hours at the office anesthetized by pride,
convincing himself that it is easy to deal with this mishap.
You're screwed. Take it calmly, as if it were an obligatory quarantine.
Look, go home and take one of these.
Great for depression. It'll start your engines.
What the hell does this say?
Don't understand anything. Silvio, take a look...
Come on, look...
Let's see, called the girl for help but she was out.
Today just had to be adopted Chinese girls' party.
Everything just has to go against me, Silvio! Everything!
- It's hard to understand anything. - Well, try.
I'd say it's about the article. It starts with "No".
Let me... It seems she's a southpaw.
Yes, it seems she is. Let's see...
Here there's a 17 and a 23. That's for sure. Look.
This is a 17 and a 23.
It must refer to the publication date.
Who knows, love!
Damn. What a great effort you're making.
Hello.
One moment.
You'd better tell her yourself. Marcia, it's for you.
Yes?
'M the director of the Magazine. Remember me?
Yes, of course do.
I'm sorry but we've dropped the article for technical reasons.
Excuse me? Did you say "dropped"?
Dropped forever?
What a bitch. Fucking bitch.
Good morning.
Mr. Lisboa left early. A mate will do you good.
The icons! It was the icons!
The icons!
It's all because of those damned icons!
Those stupid icons!
Silvio, I'm wise to them now!
What do you mean?
That those Russian icons might be valuable and expensive
but they're old and don't fucking match
the Le Corbusier chaise lounge or the Japanese lkebanas.
Darling...
And they only make you think of exploitation and pillagers:
plain-cloths police outside Moscow
watching the summer homes of the nouveau riche.
Marcia... forget it, love. It's over now.
Feel ugly, haggard, old.
I'm a faded, wasted piece of meat.
Don't even have the energy to go out, Mariela.
Can you understand?
Don't take things so seriously.
Cancel the visit to the osteopath and call my astrologer.
There are other magazines, don't get depressed now.
Depression knocks at her door,
to quote the inadequate title of a self-help book,
when that night the Lisboas joyfully celebrated
the adoption of a Chinese girl.
Incredible! When you see all the little creatures
you'd get the whole collection! Look!
- Are there many like her? - Thousands and thousands.
One million, two hundred thousand.
Beautiful book. Borja, pour me another.
It's very positive. Mom, you'll love it
Yes. Why don't you read it? It'll help you.
"If your life has aged, restore it".
Seems like good advice.
Mariela!
Mariela, come here please.
Wrap them up and put them in the attic.
- That's where they stay. - Yes madam.
The psychoanalyst deciphering her dreams
will struggle even to relate them to an arbitrary obsession.
It would probably end with a Russian doll
Marcia lost at the age of 6 at her parents summer house
in Argentina, where she was born.
Ah, finally. would like to request an appointment with Dr. Pillai.
Marcia. Marcia Lisboa.
It's concerning a little retouching.
Two weeks and six visits later,
Silvio decides it best to keep quiet and just pay the bills.
In the operating room, Marcia's face will be redrawn
by the hieratic pen of plastic surgery
as the Andrei Rublov of cosmetic surgeons creates a work of art
Though still asleep, her cheeks seem to glow in a lush light,
now like mother-of-pearl, now like wax.
Once home, they will complement the serene glimmer
of the aromatic candles.
Self mutilation becomes Marcia 's pleasure
which then tums into Silvio 's, too.
Silvio!
Yes, love.
I'm bored.
Should apply more cream?
No. Wait a little while.
I'll make the most of it and go for a walk. Need anything?
No, no, no...
Should bring you a magazine?
You can't be serious! can't even open my eyes!
Don't be silly, love. The doctor said it'll only be 3 weeks.
Thank god for the sedatives!
And the Manhattans, dear. And the Manhattans.
Come on, cheer up. Look at me. You're beautiful.
I'm sorry, love. Sorry
Leave it. I'll do it.
- So can go? - Go!
Here is Daniel,
a man who never liked the quiet way
that memories die
and less, how easily they let themselves be reeled in
when we need them to make life more trouble-free,
even if we are lying to ourselves.
Up and down. Very good! Up and down.
Up, down. The leg. Up. Down.
In the water, Irina perfects her body
to the rhythm of harsh, monotonous music.
One and two and three and four. Again!
She lets go and it seems as if she even enjoys it.
Daniel finds it horrifying, but he says nothing.
They have been living like astronauts in a trailer for 4 weeks.
As if, lacking gravity, they have lost the sense of time.
Daniel loves to fish.
His wife finds it horrifying, but says nothing.
Going to the cove.
They are a couple who waste no words.
Daniel can't take stories that unfold
in an orderly or predictable way.
Like Tarzan 's swinging from vine to vine in the jungle
that lets him travel in the tree-tops without putting a foot on the ground.
Will you be long?
No bites yet. Why?
I'm tired.
I'm doing nothing, but I'm tired. It's really hot.
So stay. It's early. This breeze will do you good.
- I'm going back to the camp-site. - Fine. As you like.
Don't be too long.
What do you want for lunch tomorrow? Sea bass? Bream?
A shark.
Something else about Daniel is that he can't stand
the feeling that everything has been prearranged.
Like those novels where the characters seem remote controlled.
As if a train once on track can't derail for reasons of budget
- Don't you relax on vacation? - What are you doing here!
- And you? - Camping. We're camping.
Second summer. A month here is just right.
The trailer, the sea, fishing- above all fishing.
Coffee?
3 years ago a co-worker invited us to go camping down south.
Turned out terrible! 5 hours after arriving and pitching the Apache...
Apache, like the helicopter?
No, it's a type of tent.
We set everything up and then didn't know what to talk about.
Then after dinner we always went for ice-cream. Every day!
And then we'd take a walk by the hippies' kiosks.
- Hippies? - Hippies, yeah... those tacky hippies
that set up at the along the beach
as if they were a tourist attraction. Look...
took 7 or 8 pictures that year
and we were always in our bathing suits, smiling like this...
posed.
Something... found so sad that tossed them out.
- So it was "swell"? - Yeah, exactly.
But it did get us into the camping thing.
They told Irina about mythical Cadaques, and here we are.
It's the 2nd year. We are re-offenders.
Come on girls! Let's go! Up and down! And turn!
And other side. Excellent!
Turn again and to the other side.
Leave the package in front and now the other side!
Now the other side!
In the middle. Go down again and up!
What to do?
Don't know. Want to play Monopoly or Scrabble?
No... don't feel like it. We'll play this winter.
Care for a walk? We're going to dinner with Gorka, right?
- Should dress up? - There's time.
He suspected nothing
because he didn't think it possible.
And he certainly never instigated a contest of fidelity.
If his words sound reproachful,
or contain the hysterical hint of jealousy
it's because now they're dead and filled with pain,
like an animal they've stuffed and mounted:
to exhibit and remember.
Isn't it peaceful?
Speak a little Catalan.
But not at the camp site, otherwise can't flirt.
And what's more, you Catalans don't help at all.
- Yeah, it's peaceful. - It's marvelous.
Yes, but it won't last.
Don't be defeatist.
- Mean that the vacation's over. - So soon?
We've been here a month. Tomorrow we go home.
People from Barcelona are fortunate.
You've got all this just next door and can come year round.
The Catalans have a talent for not appreciating what we have.
Half the world envies us and we are oblivious.
It's a bit insane.
That fateful night,
as soon as he had thrown his 1st cast
he had the feeling this time would be different.
Like someone was launching a plot against him,
the animal smelled the trap.
That night had far-reaching effects.
It's as if each moment he was being exposed to a virus
that had been quietly spreading inside him for months
and later manifested itself with a retroactive effect,
contaminating every aspect of his life.
Moreover, it never really stopped dying inside him.
The conflict excites him:
the desperate loss and foolish vanity
of feeling himself the leading role in the disgrace.
Amidst that mass of sweaty ?esh,
Irina legs traced the sign of victory.
He will never be able to describe the shudder and revulsion
he would feel whenever he wore a wet bathing suit
or damp boxers the drier has failed to completely dry.
His black box recorded a cowardly reaction,
ridiculous, childish.
Idiot!
Where have you been all this time?
At the cove there was a boat.
Thought it would be easy and pleasant to swim out to it,
a good way to end the night.
Swam out silently without breaking the surface,
swimming like a dog.
An when got there
a couple was making love.
Good night.
Sometimes his temples suddenly start sweating,
and he wonders if that night was only the tip of the iceberg.
As if throwing it in his face was for Irina
the ultimate essence of pleasure.
mailed all of the postcards.
Said we had fun and that you caught fish and octopus.
And that it's a shame the holiday's over.
- Did you go by reception? - Yes.
- I'm afraid that... - What?
Afraid the drive will be hot.
Look, the rest-area. Can we take a short break?
Buy water.
I'll lay down in the trailer.
Didn't sleep much last night.
You tossed and turned.
He'll never know if his reaction was overly harsh.
If he should have found the right moment to look Irina in the eyes
and ask her to speak calmly,
Like the Sunday horoscope recommends.
Maybe Irina would have burst into tears, shattered.
And this would have been the prologue to a period of trust
Maybe they even would have tried to have a child, you never know.
The car handles better without the trailer.
He'll accelerate as a test.
Hurry up...
Since he got here 6 months ago from Peru,
Jorge Washington has discovered
a few unexpected sides of his new life.
He arrived ready to deal with the uggiiness hidden under
the idea! surface he looked down on from the plane.
But in the moment of truth what disturbs him most
are the treacherous details of the daily grind.
He feels homesick when he calls his family back in Lima,
as if it's a virus that lurks in every telephone booth.
Mariela, his girl-friend of 7 weeks,
partly compensates for this feeling
by filling his worst days with tenderness.
We're almost out of paint. I'm going for more.
I'll be a few hours.
These are the obediently repeated hours of the workday,
boring and plain like the white walls they paint.
Aided by an oral tradition that makes sex easy to get
for painters, plumbers, and postmen,
he tries ?irting openly.
Do you speak Spanish?
Of course.
Ciao!
In the wake of her farewell lingers a trail of French perfume that
he rushes to inhale like an addict inhales cocaine.
Then, luckily, there's the counterpoise of affable Odo,
his 2nd cousin.
It's Odo who encouraged his move and found him work.
What do we have here, two lady's fingers to dip in coffee?
Love you long time, sugar-daddy.
Wanna have fun? got something you're gonna like.
Aside from my friend. You up for it?
Come on. We'll have good times!
Hi baby, want a date?
We're so hot, baby. Oh! Don't touch me there...
But they like that...
Some other day I'll take you to see real ladies.
And I'll take you up on that.
And above all, the nights he spends with Mariela
in a room full of images of saints and virgins
make them feel like they're back in Lima or Oaxaca,
where she was born.
This attack of nostalgia is neutralized
by a barrage of European dreams.
- ls there time for a shower? - What there is, is a long line.
Did mention they have a jacuzzi?
Your employers'? What, for their love games?
I'd bet my bottom dollar it never gets used.
One day used a trick saw in a police movie.
You go!
Pulled out a long hair, moistened it with saliva
and hid it just next to the drain.
One week later it was still there.
Now you see what the jacuzzi's for.
Well, I'd use it daily to give you pleasure in the bubbles.
And so they inherit a fantasy that isn't theirs.
As agreed with Marcia,
Mariela goes every day to the Lisboa's home.
Instead of cleaning what isn't dirty
she passes the time pretending she's the lady of the house.
Tired of getting lost in the maze of channels on the satellite TV,
Mariela moves on to the video of Carlota's wedding.
Mr. Lisboa called yesterday to say they'll be back next Monday afternoon.
He says they'll spend the day at home.
Apparently, his wife hasn't left the room yet.
She doesn't want to be seen.
He goes out, but he doesn't go far.
And it's not due to a lack of friends.
When they travel always get the keys.
He associates the home of these rich people
with the mansions in the soap operas,
with the fair skinned blondes covered in bubbles
who always answer the phone while in the tub.
Mariela, come. What are you waiting for?
Mariela.
His heart pounds with an unfamiliar excitement
Though briefly and in secret,
today he is coming to know the face of luxury.
The water's so nice.
The bubbles tickle their way up along his spine
and he feels more than excited by this innocent privilege,
like children who visit Disneyland.
The sound of the drier brings them back to reality.
{?3 Saturday and they are enjoying someone else home.
He likes looking at his body, thin but sinuous, strong.
He looks like a gay icon
re?ected in the mirror on the door.
A gift.
- Where'd you get those? - Try them on.
Don't tell me you were snooping through her drawers.
She's got so many, she won't miss these. And they're so nice!
Of course she'll notice. Be careful.
They keep an eye on everything. Put them back and forget it.
No.
Look, when this lady gets breast implants and liposuction
all of her lingerie will be mine.
"For the best mom in the world
who cooks wonderfully, even when she doesn't feel well. Carlota."
Be careful what you touch, love. Don't leave fingerprints, please.
"Jorge Washington
was here."
He wonders where the safe is hidden.
Get dressed, Mr. Lazy-bones. Time to go.
No.
How many days will you be gone?
Odo said it's 3 weeks worth of work.
Get your jeans on.
Come on. Let's go.
No... not yet.
Just a little longer.
Little daddy looks like a cow-boy. They make you more macho.
They make you very sexy
Look in the pockets.
It's the boss's Barca club member season pass.
You still have time to make the match. The stadium's right here.
VIP! These are prime seats!
Put me down! You'll kill me!
I'll wait for you to bring me the card at the Wonder after the match.
Don't let me down. At the Wonder.
VIP seats!
Everyone walks faster
except Irina, who's working tonight.
We'll let Jorge Washington walk alone,
to mix with the multitude and become one of them.
He is swept away by the crowd and is grateful.
The green grass, so alive,
hypnotizes him with an explosion of chlorophyll.
Irina only took from the house what fits in her little suitcase.
Now, the house is full of memories and that tortures me, swear.
Like they've cut off my hand but still feel it.
He gets goose-bumps.
Claudia guesses and tries a re?exive pose
that seems like an invitation �Say something.
"Come on, don't be coy. Come close and say something."
It's terrible. open a drawer and find panties and bras.
Go to the bathroom and find tweezers and compresses.
There are depilatory creams and make-up remover.
Let's go?
And her stuff? Do wait for her to come pick it up?
Will she pick it up? Should touch it? don't know.
He takes an indecisive step forward
but it's too late.
All that's left is a plastic bottle, like a relic.
There's still a lip-stick trace.
His heart starts to beat quicker.
The psychiatrist told me 100 times
to get rid of my personality's dead zones.
Dead zones. Do you think have them?
He says to peel away my outer layers, like was an onion.
That stranger seems more accessible to him, like a toy.
knew it, for me...
sex is a thermometer measuring the comfort in a stable relationship.
It happens to me and don't notice...
It's her fault...
With so many people about, he can't get oriented.
don't understand why he hasn't arrived.
An attack of nostalgia
takes him back to Sundays when
he watched Spanish League matches on TV,
or played football in fields around Lima.
Tomorrow he'll send an e-mail saying
he finally visited the temple of CF Barcelona.
The field where Cholo Sotil played, remember?
The father of Johan Sotil.
And he'll talk of paradise.
The well-being and opulence of paradise
where he lives with the other animals who are licking their wounds.
Translation: Scott Clark
Subtitles: LASERFILM
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