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- Are you ready for tonight's show? - Yes!
Great, I love it.
I'm so glad you got here safe and sound, because it's so dangerous outside.
I was on my way here...
...and I saw a puppy get run over.
I leaned over, devastated, to help the dog.
And I cried for help. "Please help me!"
Suddenly, I look up and I see a tall green man.
A policeman.
And I tell him, "Officer, someone just ran over a dog".
And he says:
"Do you want me to put it in a hole"?
And since I am a good girl, I said to him...
"It would be my pleasure, but...
...let's go check on the dog first".
Thank you very much.
Thank you my darlings.
Well, I want you to keep cheering
for the great Toñita and The Choirgirls.
MY TENDER MATADOR
Daddy!
That is something you all know
The party is over, fucking fags! Get on the ground! On the ground!
On the ground, you dirty fucks!
Get out, get out!
Don't touch me, you fucking cop!
This party is over!
Look at that one!
Don't let him go!
Run, girl!
Grab him!
Come here!
What the hell do you want?
- Shh, easy. - Ok.
Let me go.
I'm a friend.
Ok...
That was a close one.
Very...
What's your name?
Carlos, and yours?
Hey, you almost saved my life tonight.
The least I can do is offer you a drink.
No, you know what, I really have to go home.
As you wish.
Can I call you?
Come here.
Ok. Call me at the store.
- What's your name? - My name?
I’m Sometimes, I’m Whenever, I’m Always On a Sunday,
I am Teté, Totó, Milú, Chumilú.
But you can call me The Queen.
Bye.
Good night.
Hey Shorty!
I have no name.
- Good morning, Mrs. Olguita. - Good morning.
Can I make a phone call?
- Yes. Is it local? - Yeah, local.
- Help yourself. - Thanks.
Hi Mommy.
How are you? Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm here, already at home.
Yes Mommy, Potoloco was shot. I saw her.
What about Lupe? Have you seen her?
In jail, shit.
Ok, I'll visit her... Oh, she’s getting released this morning.
Ok, I'll go to your house. Alright?
Take care Mommy.
Yes, don't you worry.
Bye.
Did something happen?
No.
- I wanted to ask you for a favor. - Ok.
A young man is going to call. His name is Carlos.
If I'm not around, can you write down his phone number?
So I can call him back, please.
I'm not taking messages anymore.
I've had many problems with the neighbors...
- It's for a job. - A job?
- Ok. - Thanks.
- Please, add it to my account. - Ok.
For you to stay fully informed, here on radio...
Cooperativa radio station, It's 8:32 am.
My child.
Thank God.
- What a tragedy. - Poor thing.
- Horrible. - How is Lupe?
Insufferable. She's very irritated.
But I'll handle it. Come on in.
Come on.
Let's cheer to death!
To your health!
Wait a moment. This toast...
...is dedicated to Potoloco. May she rest in peace.
- What a crappy death. - Yes.
Well, yes. Cheers.
Cheers.
Well, isn’t anyone going to sing in this wake?
We're mourning.
- That's true. - Yeah.
"Mourning", she said.
- Cheers! - Cheers to Potoloco!
You've crossed the line
Like a stupid servant
Any life is valid without you
Erase my number
Keep your tears
You won't be the last Goodbye
The city is dampness
Under a pale sky
And I feel free, free, free, free
ADULT CINEMA
- You're very cute. - Thanks.
Come with me, you'll have a good time.
Hello, welcome.
It's only $2.000
Behave yourself.
That's cheap.
Move, move.
Automatic weapons were confiscated...
Mrs. Clarita.
- How are you? Nice to see you. - How are you.
What can I do for you?
I need to ask you a favor.
The shield.
I want it embroidered on the head of the tablecloth.
- But it's not quite the same style... - I know it's not what we agreed on.
It's a very important event for me. The General is coming.
- No. - Yes, everything needs to be perfect.
- Don't let me down. - Ok.
No, I won't fail you.
I don't know what color to use.
Gold. It's going to be perfect.
Gold...
- It won't... - I know it's a lot more work.
- Here you go. - No, it's not about that.
Here, here.
Don't let me down. Let's go.
When have I failed you?
Hi.
Hey.
I was just passing by.
What was your name?
- Carlos. - Carlos!
Come in.
How long have you lived here?
Here? Let's see... After the earthquake. Right...
About six months ago. I found this house.
Right after the quake.
- Recently. - Yeah.
I saw this house and fell in love. It was love at first sight.
Has it ever happened to you?
No.
What do you do?
- I'm an architect. - Really?
What a coincidence! I was looking for an architect because...
...this house was damaged by the earthquake, it's scary.
It could collapse.
- Do you want me to take a look? - Please.
Do you sew?
I sew and embroider for some very important people in this country.
Look.
- Is that you? - Of course, when I was young.
Nice picture.
I was so damn pretty when I was younger.
Skinny, skinny.
I loved that dress and headdress.
I used to perform twice a week.
Where does this lead?
To a terrace.
Where I have a kneading-trough, I wash and hang clothes.
I wasn't the Queen of the Night, I'm not gonna lie.
Because there were girls who performed beautifully.
But the crowd wanted to see me.
Hey, well, everything is fine.
- It is? - There are some cracks, and...
Plenty, but there's no structural damage,
so the building won't collapse. Don't worry.
That's a relief.
- Here. - Thank you very much.
If I had known you were coming, I would have made pastries or something.
No sugar, thanks.
- Here's a spoon... - I'm fine.
I have to go soon.
I have to move my truck.
Do you like listening to the radio?
Do you listen to the news?
- Cooperativa? - No. Reality...
...is not what I like. It's scary.
I prefer the night. The stage.
Music, theatre.
The Queen.
- Do you know what I'm talking about? - Of course.
I'm Mexican.
So, you could be my Pedro Negrete.
Jorge Negrete or Pedro Infante.
Well, Pedro and Jorge. Both.
Thank you for the tea.
Why are you leaving so soon?
Is your wife or girlfriend waiting?
No, I just have to move some books.
These are very precious books.
Art books.
Real Chilean treasures.
The problem is, we don't have a place to hide them.
Keep them here.
I don't think so.
I have room to spare.
No.
It's very dangerous.
More than me?
This is it.
Take them upstairs. I'll figure something out.
Take this one.
- Careful. - Ok.
- Nobody can know about this. - I'm starting to freak out.
That's the idea. Come on.
This one is so heavy!
Listen to me carefully.
From this moment on, you and I are bound together.
By a secret.
I love it. Keep going.
If one day, we have to communicate in secrecy,
- We're going to use a password. - What?
Yeah.
Listen. A password only you and I know about.
Can it be a song?
Yes. No more than three words.
My Tender Matador
Lights suit and black hat
Bulls afternoon, the plaza reverberates
When the sun and the mantillas mix
The firm teams come to the ring
Fast and succesful sounds the music
Anguished of heat creeks the golden sand
Suddenly the pen opens
And I feel a feverish longing
And I only have eyes for my Matador
I'm scared...
...Matador
I'm scared, when your cape opens up
I'm scared, Matador
That in the edge of the evening,
the yell floats.
Come on up!
This is Laura.
A colleague of mine.
These are some drawings.
Where can I put them?
It looks like a dinosaur's cock.
Too big to handle.
Put it there... with the books.
I'll explain later. Let's go.
Goddammit.
I need some crackers.
And...
Tea. I ran out of tea.
Are you expecting company?
Well...
...you never know when people show uninvited.
I need a bag.
Here.
Four... Ok.
Thank you.
GROCERY STORE
I'm sorry I didn’t have anything ready.
Carlos just told me you were coming.
Well, let's begin. Carlos...
Let's go out for a smoke.
Please, feel at home.
They need privacy.
Besides, we can talk a bit more, you and me. Right?
What do you want to talk about?
First, I want to apologize for my friend's bad manners.
They should be grateful...
...that we can use your house to study.
Don't you have to study?
What are they studying? With what?
They didn't bring any books or notepads.
Eh...
Are they studying the books I'm keeping for you?
You're freezing, use my jacket.
I'm not cold.
You opened the boxes. Am I right?
Look.
I'm old but not stupid.
It's ok.
Give me a few days to find a place and move the boxes.
That's the only thing you care about.
The books.
I also care about you.
Do you?
Why?
Don't look at me like that.
Like how?
Like you care about me.
Fuck!
Go to bed, you little shit!
You hate football. Right?
My dad made me play.
And asked the other kids to hit me, so I could become a man.
He didn't want to be ashamed in front of his colleagues from the union.
They yelled…
...that I was damaged goods.
And then?
Tell me more.
I was always a problem.
A fag.
My daddy said it was a curse my mommy left him.
Every week, the school called my father to tell him to take me to the doctor.
So I could become a man.
My daddy told them they were nuts,
that the only thing that would help me was to attend the military service.
Did you go?
No, are you crazy?
I ran away from home and never saw him again.
They finished studying.
Well, about the boxes...
...I'll come by and pick them up.
No.
Well, it’s a bit complicated, because...
Look, don't take this the wrong way, but the shield...
...it’s very complicated to include, because it doesn't mix well with the...
...flowers, with the...
Don't worry. Yeah.
Yes, yes. I'll do as you say.
Yeah.
Ok, thanks.
Yes. See you later. Thank you.
Thank you Mrs. Olguita.
Hey.
Look.
Come in.
Have you tried it?
Have you? Let me see how you do it.
No, no, no. You don't know what you're doing.
You grab the lemon.
And here, on this little bone, I'm pouring salt.
You have to go all the way.
Salt and lemon.
All in.
Are you ok?
- Hey... - This is good.
I'm sorry about the boxes,
I already found a person to...
...help me.
Leave them here.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Well, thank you.
- So, I'm going to... - No, no, no.
I want more.
Another?
Give it to me!
When the drums sound
That black woman feels at home
And when the cane sounds
She's sharing all her love
Come here, man!
It's the black woman, Soledad
The one who enjoys my cumbia
That saramuya black woman, oh wow
With her red skirt
From here, to there, she's so fine
What are you...?
Look how the red skirt goes, with her red skirt
That beautiful black woman, hey momma
With her red skirt
So you can dance... Venezuela, Peru, Ecuador and Panama
With her red skirt
No!
Let go of me!
You got scared!
Wuss!
Oh, really?
Wuss!
- Gimme, gimme, gimme... - Here, here, here...
Good morning!
Wake up, you sleepy head!
Want some coffee?
What's wrong?
- What happened? - I'm an asshole! An asshole!
What's wrong?
I had to run some errands.
I had to deliver some stuff.
I had to deliver some things!
Asshole.
Stop, stop, stop. You can't go like this.
Come here. Lie down. Nice and easy.
You can't go like this.
- I'll go. - I'm such an asshole.
...CNI, murderers of the country!
Pinochet, CNI...! He will fall…!
He will fall! And he will fall!
The people united, will never be defeated!
- The cops! - To the ground!
To the ground!
Tell us where they are, for life and for peace!
- Carlos couldn't be here. - Thank you comrade.
My prince!
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
A gentleman.
Mmm, smells good.
Well, are you gonna tell me why are you so dressed up? Or is it another mystery?
Because this is what a Mexican field trip looks like.
Nooo...
...I should have been born in Mexico, not this shitty country.
Shit, stop!
- What happened? - I forgot the dessert.
- Should I return? - No...
I'll improvise something.
I feel like going to the beach.
I’ve never been to the beach.
You haven’t been to the beach?
Next time we'll go there.
It looks like things got rough here last night.
Several comrades were taken away.
Really?
- Are you involved in this? - No.
I'm not involved in this.
Let's play some music, because we're gonna party.
Shit! The military!
Don't say anything.
Documents and license.
Hello Mr. Officer.
It's so cruel.
To have you standing up in the heat, like this.
Would you like some soda? I have cool things to drink.
Would you like one?
- Go ahead. - Thank you officer.
You're very nice.
Good luck, fuckin’ homos!
You did well.
I am a natural actress.
Why did you stop?
Because we’ve arrived.
Here?
Look.
Wow, that's pretty.
Here.
I want to get a tan.
I'm so pale.
- What do you want? - Nothing.
- Are you drawing me? - Of course.
Oh, it feels so good.
More salt.
It's bad for you.
- Why are you drawing such ugly things? - Come on...
Draw me, instead.
Lights suit and black hat
Bulls afternoon the plaza reverberates
When the sun and the mantillas mix
The firm teams come to the ring
Fast and succesful sounds the music
Anguished of heat creeks the sand
Suddenly the pen opens And I feel a feverish longing
And I only have eyes for my matador
I'm scared, matador
I'm scared, when your cape opens up
I'm scared, matador
I'm scared, my tender Matador!
...the yell floats
Oh, but when matador
You play with death I forget my fear
I believe in you matador
I praise you matador
¡There, you look gorgeous!
Stay put!
Bring me my hat!
Stay there, you look beautiful!
Only in the plaza your art shines
Nobody in the ring wins over you
Who do you think you're messing with?
Do you think I'm stupid?!
Everybody calls me the black one, weeping woman
Black, but tender
Everybody calls me the black one, weeping woman
Black...
But tender
I'm like the green chili pepper,
Spicy but tasty
I'm like the green chili pepper,
weeping woman
Spicy but tasty
Oh me, weeping woman
Take me to the river
Oh me, weeping woman
Take me to the river
Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman
Because I'm freezing cold
Neighbor, you have a phone call.
- ...don't mess with the military. - I know.
Answer.
She's an old client, it's like... we're friends.
Hello? Mrs. Clarita? How do you do?
Oh yes, time flies.
...I've been so busy. Running up and down.
No, it's finished.
I'll bring it today. Ok?
Of course. No.
No, when have I ever failed you?
See you later Mrs Clarita. Bye. Thank you.
Is everything ok?
Yeah.
What's with the face.
Don't be like that.
We had a good time, didn't we?
Sort of.
- Besides, when I leave... - When's your birthday?
Birthday?
- Well, soon. - You're a Leo.
- I don't know. - What day?
- August 20th. - 20? That's soon!
- What about you? - No...
Since I was 10, I don't celebrate my birthday anymore.
I was such a sissy, no parent wanted to send their kids to my birthday.
I never celebrated it ever again.
Oh, poor thing.
No, I'm not a poor thing.
That's why Cuban birthdays are so beautiful.
Are they? Why?
- You don't know? - No.
There, every child in a block...
...gets celebrated on the same day.
That's awful, all the kids messing everything up, screaming all day.
What are you saying? That's the beauty of it.
So no kid has a better birthday than the rest.
Is that for me?
In your dreams.
So, what did you get me for my birthday?
I'm giving you an arrow.
An arrow.
And the bow?
I'll be your bow, my prince.
- Hello. - Hello.
I was sent by the Colonel's wife.
About the tablecloth.
- I'll bring it over. - No!
She wants me to drive you there, with the tablecloth.
I'll be right back.
What happened?
The military are here, waiting for me downstairs.
Military? What military? Which ones?
They're picking me up to bring the tablecloth.
- You never told me. - I did.
- You didn't tell me anything! - I fucking did!
I told you about the sewing and embroidering...
...for the wives of the military, the upper class. You didn't believe me.
Because, of course, nobody is going to believe an old faggot like me, right?
You think I’m only good for storing boxes, not embroidering for the rich.
Put that thing away.
Put it away!
You’re not leaving this place until I disappear in the car.
Did you hear me?
Don't look at me like that.
- The lady awaits. - Thank you.
But how long!
I've been waiting for one hour!
No, no, no...
What explanation are you giving me? In what moment? I'm not going to...
I'm not accepting your explanations.
I want you here with the cakes, in 15 minutes, or else...
I'm not... Shut up!
Excuse me?
Do you know who I am?
No, listen to me! Shut up!
Shut up! I'm the one who's talking. Shut up!
It's been one hour...
Come on sir!
Sir, can you pass the ball?
Thank you sir!
Carlos!
Carlos.
Carlos!
What happened?
Nothing.
I put the boxes upstairs.
- I got scared. - Calm down.
Ok.
How did it go?
Good.
I couldn't do it, Carlos.
The old lady wanted me to embroider a National Shield on the tablecloth.
My tablecloth, and I couldn't do it.
No.
I've changed.
You opened my eyes and I've changed.
- Those people disgust me now. - Give it to me!
The tablecloth, the fucking tablecloth. Give it to me!
- Are you insane? - Why?
Are you crazy?
You know they are coming back for the fucking tablecloth.
- What if they do? - What do you mean?
What is so compromising?
You're not a stupid woman.
You know well that this puts you, me...
- …and the whole operation at risk. - What operation?
- Shut up... - What operation are you...!
- Shut the fuck up! - Don't hit me!
- Shut up. - Let go of me, don't hit me!
- Let me go. - Shut up.
- Shut up, shut up. - Let me go.
I did this for you.
Nobody else.
Because this country has always been ungrateful to me.
Us queens don't care about who's on top.
Whether is military, or communist...
Whatever.
For them, we'll always be a bunch of fucking fags.
If there’s ever a revolution that includes us, let me know.
I'll be there, front row.
But now, get out of my face, because I know your people.
And I didn't do it for them, I did it for you.
If you ever hit me again, you and your boxes are out of here. Did you hear me?
Forgive me.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
I apologize.
Look.
Let's try to work this out, you and me.
Nobody else.
What do you want me to do?
Finish that tablecloth.
And you can't return here until you do. Got it?
Do you have a place to stay?
At Mommy Rana's.
She can help me finish it, and I'll stay with her.
Good.
Mommy I swear I'll pay you this tablecloth you're giving me.
You better.
Embroidering the National Shield? Please.
Well, what's my role in this?
I'm handing you an address, you deliver this package, ok?
Me? Why can't Myrna go?
Because...
...because you're Argentinian.
Nobody is going to suspect. Or ask you anything.
- I told you to dress accordingly. - Denim?
- Ok honey. - Like this?
You saved my life, you know?
Here's your National Shield, fucking old hag.
Good.
What do I tell her, she's going to ask for you.
Tell her... I went to my home town.
Where are you from?
Make up some shit. I don't know, Llolleo, something.
Llolleo, yes, Llolleo.
Bye.
No, you know this, everyone has a job. Right?
Ok, it's fine, we'll talk later. Go.
Come on Jackie.
You're mean.
The theatre is open for this old hag.
Those manners.
What happened to you?
Is your man missing?
You're so arrogant.
Neighbor!
The young man.
Hello.
Hi Carlos.
Tomorrow?
Ok.
Yes.
Ok, I'll be waiting. Bye.
Mrs. Olga!
- Mrs. Olga. - Tell me.
- Can I ask you a favor? - Yes.
I know it's short notice, but please help me.
- Alright. - Ok?
Here he comes!
Quiet, both! Out!
Hi.
Who are you? What's going on?
Scream loud, you guys.
Don't fucking touch me.
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday Carlitos.
Happy birthday to you.
Make a wish.
Happy birthday.
Piñata, piñata, piñata!
Come here, grab a stick.
Come, collect the eggs!
Candies!
Bye sweetheart.
- Bye. - This...
- Thanks. - Here you go, and the small one...
- Bye guys. - It opened, go ahead.
- Move quick. - Thanks.
You're welcome honey.
Come here.
He's gonna break your heart.
But that's what friends are for.
Look at me.
Enjoy.
Guys!
Adult time...
For you.
I'll toast for you.
For having met you...
For the best birthday of my life.
Cheers.
Sit.
Invite me to sin
I want to sin with you
I don't mind the sin
If you sin with me
Invite me to sin
Make me forget sorrows
It doesn't matter where
Take me wherever you want
Invite me to sin
Invite me or I'll invite you
I want to be with you
I want to feel nice
Invite me to sin
Invite me or I'll invite you
What's wrong?
Why did you stop?
Life is petty, indeed.
It gives us few moments like these.
Oh, dear.
Don't be like this.
We're having a good time.
You are a prince.
A mysterious and unknown prince.
Am I?
Why mysterious?
Because I don't know anything about you.
I know your name.
That may not be your real name.
I know your birth date.
Which may not be your real one.
Give me a secret.
Something you haven't told anyone before.
Please.
Oh boy.
Well...
I was thirteen or fourteen.
I was still living in Mexico.
In the capital city.
Every afternoon, I went out and played football with my friends.
My team was Toluca.
Wait, wait.
It's not about that.
I had this neighbor...
...whose name was Diego.
He was my best friend.
We were the same age.
And one summer, he invited me to Acapulco with his family.
To his dad's labor union summer house. Go figure.
And one afternoon...
...I don't know why.
Diego and I, were alone...
...at the beach.
Sunbathing.
And suddenly, this fucker starts to move, like he was humping the sand.
He pulls down his shorts.
I was just watching.
And he says: "look, do it..."
"Try it".
"Try it, man, it feels good".
And, well...
I got a bit horny.
So I jumped on him.
He moved.
He said to me that he'll go first. I said no, no, no.
"Me first".
"Let me put the tip in".
"Just the tip".
And we started arguing...
...in front of each other, grabbing our cocks.
And suddenly...
...I felt a splash on my thigh.
He came, the son of a bitch.
I didn't move.
This guy runs away, laughing and...
I don't know.
I felt...
I was embarrassed. I felt...
Guilty. And he did too because...
during the whole summer, we never talked about it.
And when we arrived back home we never saw each other again.
I understand that... it's just kids stuff. Right?
Good morning.
Carlos told me we could take the books.
I want Carlos to tell me in person.
He brought them, he can take them away. Not you.
Carlos is not here.
Be careful with the cigarette.
You could make the books explode. That would look awful.
Luckily they didn't explode last night.
When you leave, close the door, you bitch.
The people united, will never be defeated!
Pinochet, CNI, murderers of the country!
He will fall!
Murderer!
Quick, men over here, women over there.
Hurry up!
And you? Don't you know your place?
- Do you want me to split in two? - Do you think you're funny, fag?
Yes, the fag thinks he's funny.
But the fag's also angry.
He doesn't want to be disturbed.
I don't want your gun pointing at me.
Are you gonna use it? Use it!
Fuck.
Stand over there!
- What happened? - There was an attack against Pinochet.
And...
They almost killed him.
What do you know about the attackers?
No. They haven't said anything about them.
The attack was carried out by a command group of the self-appointed
Manuel Rodríguez Patriotic Front.
Leaving five people dead, from the presidential escort, and eleven injured.
Therefore, Martial Law is declared throughout the national territory.
Citizens are called to report any suspicious activity,
in their neighborhood or workplace, to the police.
Good night.
Ok.
At approximatedly 8:19 am
Cooperativa radio broadcast
suffered an interruption and interference whose origin we don't know.
Cooperativa Journal in the morning edition...
Come.
The police were raiding all the safe houses.
In a matter of hours, CNI will find yours.
- You're gonna have to leave Santiago. - No.
I'm not leaving my house.
It's my house. Do you understand?
I'm not asking. It's for your own safety.
For everyone's safety.
I can't just leave.
Do it for Carlos.
Hi.
- What happened my child? - I can't explain now.
I wanted to ask you for a favor. Please keep these things for me. Ok?
There's a job I haven't finished.
You do it and keep the money.
What's wrong child, please. Come on and sit.
- So you can tell me... - I can't!
Mommy, I can't.
Don’t tell me your man is kidnapping you?
I wish.
So, what's the reason?
I won't let you go, unless you give me a reason.
I really can't tell you.
It's a matter of life and death.
I have a problem with the military.
Witnesses have declared that among the extremist command
that attacked the President,
there's a woman who stands out for her harshness and lack of empathy.
She was armed with an M16 rifle
and would have fired without mercy at the escort of the Presidential caravan.
Then, she would have boarded the moving van
without ceasing fire.
The terrorist action began
when unidentified individuals crossed the road in the El Mirador area.
They had marble slabs,
they used as parapet from behind which the individuales launched rockets
and used long weapons
shooting at the caravan
that accompanied the President of the Republic.
I want to thank you for everything you've done for us.
For your country.
Don't do anything. Stay here.
Are you scared, matador?
I thought I’d never see you again.
Lets get out of here.
Carlos, the sea!
I'm going in!
It's freezing!
Thank you, matador.
Tomorrow I'll go back to Cuba.
Come with me.
Be careful, I could take you seriously.
I mean it.
I have a ticket for you.
What are you going to say to your comrades?
Your innocence moves me, Carlos.
They say there are no gay communists.
I'm old.
Too old to run after a dream, Carlos.
Besides, what could happen in Cuba that offers me...
...the hope of your love?
Our friendship?
I have no friends, darling.
I have lovers.
Life will owe me the love story it invented for others.
But I don't regret having loved you that much.
You see, darling...?
In this attack, I failed too.
How fragile we both are
If we don't talk
And what a beautiful song
Is on the radio
It gives me the feeling
Of being in a dream
And I can't believe
That you're not in me and I'm not in you
Y el tiempo va pasando