"Jorge!" "Just get up!" "Get up!" "6:50, son, get up to bathe." "Good morning, Pancho, you got up very early, eh?" "Hell, you woke me up!" "Beggar mosquitoes, they left me deformed." "Jorge, you have not got up?" "You need to hurry because..." " Jorge!" " Mama!" "Yuck!" ", this is super thick, Mom." "Oh, do not be so, I made it with love, so you get strong." "What happens is that I put three eggs." "Three, Mama?" ", And why so many?" "Remember I told you last night that I will have a meeting in the afternoon, and I prefer you get enough breakfast, later you do not even eat." "Ma, I just prefer to fix myself a meal to have to swallow this shit... this vomiting." "Oh, do not be rude." "Besides, you and I have to talk very seriously" "I want to know what were you doing in the mirror, do not play." "Well?" "Ah, hello!" "No, he's at breakfast." "You?" "Good." "Yes." "Here he is." "After a while I'll call you, ok?" "So." "Yes." "Ok." "Take care, bye." "Are you finished?" "Who you talked so disguised, Mom?" "No, disguised?" "Was it evident?" "No." "Who was he?" "It was the boss, wants some photocopies, now so early it's always the same." "You know some bookstore?" "What, you liked?" "No, Mom, I still draw it." "Hey, ma, today you go out earlier than usual, no?" "Yes, my life." "And I will not be able to accompany you to school today." "Again?" "It's just that I have to go and ask a few things to Marcela, and you know, work things." "Not that you had to go get some photocopies?" "Well, yes, I have to go get some photocopies and then go with Marcela, you know." "Oh, look, here comes a taxi." "Hey!" "How good it is unoccupied." "Well, my love, take care and do not eat that crap because you've sick on your stomach, eh?" "And the money, Mom?" "Oh, yes, true, yes, yes." "Son, I don't bring much change, but so you see I am a good mother, my love, take... and..." "I'm going to give it all." "That is, take, darling, behave, take care, eh?" "Mom, do not treat me like a cowlick." "Well, my love, I'll phone you in the afternoon to see if you do not need anything, yeah?" "Ma, when did you phone?" "Do not play." "Ok, bye, behave, my love." "Bye." "He has the ball, walks, slowly, against all he leads it, he is coming at midfield, passes it..." "Oh, my children!" "Dumb!" "You scared me, you bastard!" "Leave my stuff, beef, what's wrong?" "And you, you idiot, why did you dread?" "You, steer, what's wrong, you bastard?" "I did not know that this means something for you, ox." "As those." "Oh, pens!" "You, ox!" "Why did you come here if you know you're scared?" "Don't sheet me, you bastard." "Do not get mad, I was following you the whole block and you were shaking like jelly, eh?" "What are you doing following me, ox?" "Because I like you very much." "YouI like my buttocks, right?" "They are very attractive, right?" "Eggs!" "Jorge del Pino," "Please stand up." "Yes, teacher." "Did you studied the Spanish lesson I left as homework yesterday?" "Yes, yes." "Good." "Which topic was it?" "The subject was research on the poems wrote by Alfonso Reyes." "Very good, very good." "Well, what poems did you study?" "Well, the poems I studied were very simple, you know, right?" "Short, er..." "I do not know." "Some very little poems..." "One of them was..." "Jorge!" ", there is only one thing I want you to tell me." "What, teacher?" "Did you study or not?" "No." "That's all there was to know." "People like you do not get anywhere." "For people like you the country is as it is." "For people like you social injustice and crisis are drowning us completely." "For people like you mediocre people are all around, who are detrimental to our country, and of course, how will not they be mediocre if they do not even know the Mexico we had." "But, finally, it is inconceivable that at your age you do not know who the great writers of our country were, even when you're repeating course, or perhaps you know?" "No." "No, what?" "No, teacher Conchita." "You don't even know who was Gabriela Mistral?" "No." "Or Amado Nervo, perhaps?" "No." "Do not know who was José Vasconcelos?" "No." "Do not you know what the teacher of America," "Vasconcelos gave for culture and expansion of knowledge of the universal literature in our country?" "No." "Julio Cortázar, you know who was him?" "No." "Or Diego Rivera?" "No." "And Frida Kahlo?" "No!" "You know who is Emilio Carballido," "José Luis Cuevas, Gabriel Garcia Márquez" "Agustin Lara, Gabriel Hondo Soler?" "And you know who is shorty Linares?" "What?" "Who do you said?" "Shorty Linares." "Well, who is that shorty Linares?" "Shorty Linares is who itches the ass of your fag husband because your husband is a fag." "Now you went over the line how can you say that the teacher's husband is a fag, as you are?" "You go to thunder the year!" "For all I care..." "Do not be ox, Jorge, if they throw you in these dates you'll have to repeat the entire year remember it's only two months to finish school." "I'm okay, nobody speaks to me so even my mom does not." "But you answered very badly to the teacher." "Yes, beef, she broke the plate." "Why did she start saying to me names of oxen I do not care who were them or what they did?" "José Vasconcelos, who the hell cares who was José Vasconcelos?" "That's why they thundered you, slimy." "I can not talk to you!" "I'm just going, stinky armpit!" "You should smell yourself, ox." "You know what?" "You smell bad." "Now, maybe I go your home in the afternoon to see if we get a little football play, eh?" "Ok." "There, see you." "Goodbye!" "Mom, I'm home!" "Mom!" "Mom!" "I go!" "Easy, eh!" "Dumb!" "Oh, to your Daddy you must not talk like that, eh?" "Yes?" "Watch out!" "Oh, the little clown!" "What about it?" "What?" "You're ready for the play?" "They were going to play?" "Yes, hurry up," "David and Floro are down there." "Hey, and where will they play?" "What's on, ox?" "Ok?" "Hey, beef, why didn't you grabbed another place to play, eh?" "Oh, come, and do not be queer." "Or you are a little afraid of this house?" "Well, do not they say it's haunted?" "Yes, beef, inside, but not out here." "You, Jorge, what, you join Beto's team?" "I'm going with you, there, there are pure fucking insanes." "How are you idiot!" "Ox, you're a jerk, bastard, how could you throw it there?" "One must go for the damn ball, ox." "No, I don't know, but I will not." "The house is haunted!" "Then you go for it, fag!" "Uneven!" "Someone is gonna piss me, no?" "Climb the fence!" "Or you're queer, ox?" "Hurry, ox!" "Hey, where I climb?" ", it's a fence." "Climb the fence, ox!" "Hurry!" "Oh, that bastard!" "What are you doing here?" "!" "Jorge!" "Get out, you gawky fool shorty brat!" "Get out of my house!" "I never want to see you again!" "Oops, you bastard!" "But how awful, Jorge, only you dare to play football with your friends without a helmet or knee pads, you could have scratched your face or fracture!" "Ok, ma, and do not scold me" "I'm pretty screwed up for you to keeping on saying me things." "Oh, what's that "screwed up" thing, child, with that mouth you kiss your mother?" "Yes." "And with that mouth belching and vomiting as well." "The worst was when he threw himself over everybody and if I do not hold him, he brokes his head on the pavement." "So how was the fall?" "Well, your son is a bull, lady, flew about 10 meters." "Look, I swear by this one." "Oh, Polo, how my son will fly 10 meters?" "!" "Yes, look, were 10 meters." "Metro Balderas, metro Cutemo, metro Sujertes, metro Sevilla..." "For as the Sevilla metro has blown, so he flew." "Hey, Mom, why don't you rather give us something to eat, eh?" "Because there is nothing to eat, but ok, but I catch your wave, I'm going to buy something, baby." "What do you crave, my love?" "A ham sandwich and a soda, and please do not call me baby." "Oh, but if I love to call you baby!" "Mom!" "You, Beto, you stay for dinner?" "Yes, ma'am." "I'll just talk to mom and see if she stops bothering me with that "sonny"!" "I won't be long, you both stay there, right?" " Yes, ma." " Until then, ma'am." " My sonny!" " Ox!" "How you can say that in front of my mom?" "The "sonny" thing?" "No, that you threw." "What did you want?" "I had to convince her that you had not fallen off the fence for ox!" "If I even look as if I saw a corpse!" "Inside there, there were two monkeys." "What, two monkeys?" "Two oxen. are you clear?" "Two oxen in there, one was an old man and he was all very strange and I got back and I meet an old woman, beef, was well ugly had some big eyes like this she stare at you with such a face," "and had all the skin wrinkled and fell down and had hands like a mummy." "Oh, do not invent, she was weird because she was a stuffed corpse!" "Yes, Juan, one body was going to shout things to me, right?" "But I just told you that this house is haunted!" "Everyone knows that into the house is the body of Norma's mother." "Well, who knows." "The only thing I know, is that what I saw was not a corpse." "What are you doing here?" "You're the boy from yesterday, right?" "I told you I did not want to see you again." "That's not true." "What you say, you piece of stupid?" "To me you do not talk like that!" "And who are you to tell me how to talk to you?" "You too must care who I am, right?" "I talk as I feel like." "Brat!" "Why do you talk like that to me?" "It's my bussiness, I speak to you as I please." "Ah, you dare!" "Gawky bum brat!" "You do not know who I am?" "I already know who you are." "You are the mother of a person who killed women, a murderer!" "That's what they say about me now?" "I thought time was enough for thay to leave me alone." "Now it turns out that I am a witch and murderess." "And what about, you're not?" "And if I am, what do you care?" "And what do you care what I care?" "And apart from everything, answer back." "So you behave at school, right, boy?" "No." "School sheets me." "It does what?" "School sheets me, I hate to go to school!" "Let's see, come." "Man, come on, man, come, sit down." "Come, come." "Look, I'm not going to do anything to you, if I wanted to kill you I would had already done so." "Come, sit." "And why do you hate school?" "Well, because it brings me roe." "It brings you what?" "Roe, lazyness." "And why did it brings you roe?" "Well, I do not know they make me woke up very early, the teachers, the worst is when they scold you, they are idiots." "Insane idiots." "Yes, they are idiots." "Imagine, the other day teacher Conchita began to scold me because I said I did not know who was a certain" "José Vasconcelos." "José Vasconcelos, he was a lover, he was a dreamer." "What?" "He was a dreamer, look, for giving people books like the Iliad, as the Odyssey, instead of fighting for the poor to ate." "And that was nothing, eh?" ", what he did to Antonieta that just has no name." "Well, let's see, tell me more about your school." "It bores me, they get me up very early bring me homework and the worst is when they scold you." "The teachers?" "Yes, the teachers." "They treat you like you're stupid, as if you do not deserve a little patience." "And how about you, you ignore them?" "People who have no compassion is a coward." "But my mom says the school is important." "Yes, because she was told." "Then, the school is not important?" "Yes, but there are also important things in life." "Like what?" "Like to live on, to feel, to love, thinking." "Why did you intruded again in my property?" "Do not you know it is forbidden?" "Forbidden by who?" "By law." "Brats like you they put them in jail." "And why would they put me into the boat, man, what did I do wrong?" "There is nothing wrong in getting into a property that is not yours?" "Well, I do not got in to steal or to break windows." "So, it's not a bad thing to get into my home?" "Of course not." "Besides, I only got in because I wanted to see you." "Why do you address me familiarly?" "Because you address me familiarly too." "But I'm older." "More aged." "Look, when you grow up, you'll learn that older people are respected." "What, just because you're older?" "You're right," "I forgot for a moment that the greatness of one is not on age." "How pathetic!" ", to become what one was against." "I forgot that the battle is lost when you stop being yourself." "I struggled for my voice to be hear, and now that I found someone who does the same as me, I repress him," "and I become what I was against." "Well, boy, these are things of old people, but someday, when you hang your skins like me, you'll see how horrible it feels to see what you are becoming." "Well, now get out." "Hey, do not jump the fence!" "You will destroy it!" "How can I, if it's already totally screwed?" "Leprous brat!" "Why are you talking to me that way?" "Besides, I go out through here because I came in through here." "Then I hope you break all your big head!" "I'm becoming pathetic!" "You got in again?" "What happened?" "What's inside?" "Nothing, a garden, a pretty old house, and the lady." "Ah, surely this woman is Norma's aunt, ox." "No, man, do you think, ox?" "Inside, there's nothing there." "Well, everybody says there they frighten you, eh?" "Ah, that I scared, I scared, ox, but that, that there are corpses and dead in there and the exorcist, no." "Hey, beef, and why do not you get in again?" "They say that's the lady whom they did the exorcism." "How do you think, ox?" "Yes, I'll get in again, but not to find corpses and your exorcist and who knows what." "Forgive me!" "At work, all right?" "I swear that now I'll do it, when I have a chance..." "My life, your son." "Hello, my baby." "I did not hear you coming in, you're coming?" "Do not call me baby." "Look, he's my boss, well, my colleague, Armando." "I invited him to come for a while and to introduce you and for you to know, well, that I work with him..." "You made me a meal?" "I didn't had the time, my love, but do you mind if the three os us go out eat tacos?" "He likes them, you too, come on, it's a good idea, yes?" "No, thanks." "Jorge!" "Hey!" "Sonny, where are you going?" "To the store," "I will buy something to swallow." "Hey, do you bring money?" "Brat!" ", have not I told you not to jump over my fence?" "Where you want me to get in by?" "Man, I knock on the door and you take two months to get to it!" "Oh, stupid brat, leprous!" "Talk to me more respectfully!" "I didn't told it to make you angry." "Ah, no?" "And what you wanted?" "That I was glad with the nonsense you just said?" "Do not pay attention to what I say, pay attention to my tone." "You should be an orphan or your mom should be fooling around, if not, you would not come to disturb a poor old woman like me." "Do not ever say that to me again, did you hear?" "We just started with the familiarities, why do you tute me?" "Do not call my mom a bitch again, do you understand?" "And you do not ever tell me I'm an old lady." "What happened to your mom?" "What happened about what?" "Why do not you love her?" "I do love her!" "Oh yeah?" "Then why you were angry when I said she was fooling around?" "Because she is not!" "Well, if she were not, you would have laughed instead of getting angry." "Hey!" "Come." "I can not reach you." "Come." "I did not mean to make you feel bad." "Your mom is not what you think." "Ah, no?" "No, she is a woman, period." "What do you mean?" "That women are not only mothers, are also women." "Hey, your mom is young?" "And ugly?" "Of course not my mom is beautiful she is like a princess." "Look, if you who are her child see her like a princess how will others see her on the street?" "But she is no whore." "She is a woman, period." "You said my mom was a whore." "No, I said that maybe your mom was fooling around." "That's what I said." "Do not try to fix it, you called my mom a whore." "Oh, and do you care what other people say?" "A lot." "What, you do not?" "No." "Do you think that here enclosed I care what happens out there?" "You do not want to know what happens?" "No." "I decided long ago." "If I do not hear does not affect me." "You know, out of sight..." "So you're already affected by people's judgmental gossip." "Why do you say?" "Because you prefer to live here enclosed not caring what is happening out there." "Maybe you're right." "But there are very sensitive people like me, which found it hard to fake being strong." "And how does one fake being strong?" "Good question, very good." "Look, my son, you know what's a condom?" "What?" "A condom." "How old are you?" "12." "So now you know." "Sure, a condom,...as a balloon, right?" "Yes, that balloon." "Well, it's like a helmet, you put it on and you take off a lot of problems." "And what has a helmet to do with one faking the strong?" "Ah, look, you wear a helmet so you do not hear what people talk about you." "And who you call people?" "Everybody." "All?" "Everyone." "Your friends, your teachers, even your mom." "But the opinion is very important," "I do care what others think of me and my things." "Oh, my baby, perhaps you need the others to know yourself." "This is the height, Jorge, this is the real high." "So, right now, you got me sick." "Why did not you tell me?" "Why did you not tell me that they had driven you a week out of school?" "Mama, it's just Saturday, starts next Monday the suspension." "I do not care" "You must have told me so yesterday." "Oh, it is that you get over the line, Jorge!" "What good is going to do to be an answer-back?" "When will you learn to shut up?" "Do not exaggerate, Mom." "How could I not exaggerate?" "And what will you do now?" "You know what this means?" "Do you know what means a week of not going to school?" "Yes, a week of tasty roe." "Oh, get off, Jorge!" "Don't be cynical, do not you laugh on me." "What, you do not realize the seriousness of things?" "What, you do not appreciate?" "You know what it means not going to school?" "If you're not going to school you will not be anyone in life not going to consider a career and without a career are not going to get a job." "Mom, calm down." "No, Jorge, I will not calm down, and listen," "I'm sick of you treating me as if we were equal," "I will not allow you to keep treating me this way." "You know what, Mom?" "Which is sick is you, you hear?" "You do not fool me." "Hey, stupid, what are you saying?" "And do not insult me, the real reason why you are angry is because today I catched you in the room with your boyfriend." "This way you work out the problems, Mom?" "Come on, hit me." "Here I am as your puppet." "You can not?" "Show me more of your repertoire of strokes, Mom, c'mon!" "Listen, kid, why are you cutting my roses?" "Those are for the virgin, do not you understand?" "Wow, what education, now that your mother come" "I'm going to acusse you before her, eh?" "You'll see, drooling kid," "Why, you don't hear I'm taking to you?" "But you'll remember me, you'll remember me!" "This kid!" "Lady!" "Are you around here?" "Lady!" "Come in." "Now you got earlier." "Yes, I did not go to school." "Why?" "I was suspended a week." "Well, at least you're going to get up later for a week." "Hey, who is this man and this woman?" "They are my parents." "Why has that cap your dad?" "Not a cap, a military cap." "Look, my dad was a captain, and commanded 5,000 soldiers in the revolution." "What are you doing?" "I write, don't you see?" "But what do you write?" "What do you care?" "You're going to start again?" "Then you say I'm vulgar." "And you'll start tuteing me again, right?" "Yes, and so?" "Look, this is your problem." "Hey, the first time I came there was an old man in the garden, who was it?" "Melquiades." "I thought you lived alone." "Hey, how good you came," "I want you to go buy me some cigarettes." "Cigars?" "Yes, some Carmensitas." "Why do not you ask Melquiades?" "Because I don't feel like it." "It's just that they do not sell them to me." "Oh, do not be hateful, you manage to jump over my fence and do not manage to go buy some cigarettes?" "I am 12 years old, they won't sell them to me." "Have you ever bought cigarettes?" "No." "And how do you know they're not going to sell them?" "Why do you talk about things you do not know?" "Which brand did you said?" "Carmensitas or Faros." "Now what?" "You're going to nail me a knife or what?" "Of course not." "Look, if you think of doing something wrong to me you're wasting your time, because to me nobody wins." "Well, Faros or Carmensitas, eh?" ", no junk." "What?" "The money." "Here it is." "They will last until Thursday." "I was wrong again" "he just do understand me." "Jorge?" "Jorge, my love, you're okay?" "My love, why are you all wet?" "What happened?" "My God, are you okay?" "My love, what happened?" "Hey, shameless!" "It is very late!" "Yes, sorry, what happened is..." "What happened?" "Nothing, I had a setback." "What happened?" "What happened to the notebook?" "No, the notebook is fine, do not worry," "I have it solved, eh?" "I had a setback, they do no get the prints ready." "What?" "Yes, the guy was wrong, and he's going to take until Monday." "But how do you think, Leti, this is tonight!" "Oh, but tell it to me, I know!" "And why did not him had them in time?" "He was wrong to me, my love." "It can not be that he was wrong to you, my love, you can not trust anyone these days, so, at the end of the day the teacher was right?" "Mexico is as it is for people like..." "It can no longer trust anyone." "I know, my love, take it easy." "Listen to me, yes?" "Now I have the solution." "I have a friend named Marco." "And who is this Marco?" "A friend." "This guy brought us some impressions on his computer they are somehow home-made, but are going to bail out." "And what, we will deliver that?" "Well, it's that or nothing, so?" "Oh, I don't know, how could he not bring?" "Come on, yeah?" "Let's talk to Marco." "Come, I'm not going to hurt you." "You like roses?" "Not that I like them, is what they remind me." "What's that thing of them reminding you?" "Yes, look, out there is a rose plant that is dry, because Melquiades never waters the garden, and I did not care of the roses nor watered the tree since I got it, mind you." "Hey, but I saw you the other day trying to fix it." "It reminded me of my friend who gave them to me." "And who was your friend?" "Diego Rivera." "Hey, that name sounds." "How is not going to sound, you're not Mexican?" "Yes." "Who was he?" "He was a painter, a muralist, a genius." "Look, he made me that painting over there." "Why are you dressed as an Indian, eh?" "Because it was his style and liked him." "And where did you meet him?" "In New York." "You know New York?" "Yes, I lived there 20 years." "Lived 20 years in New York?" "Hey, what's weird?" "This city is like any other." "Now, that for a beautiful city, Paris." "That is a beautiful city." "You know Paris?" "Yes, not very well because I lived in Mount Parnassus, and I went out very little." "Hey, such a trip should cost a lot of money, right?" "Being young what was your work?" "Mind your bussines, no?" "You're going to start again?" "I just do not like to talk about these things." "That's not fair," "I've already talked everything about me." "Oh, yes, indeed?" "Yes, I told you everything." "Oh, yes, everything, everything?" "Yes, everything." "You are shameless, boy, shameless." "You know who you remind me?" "Alfonso Reyes." "So you knew him too?" "Oh, my child..." "You never know a person." "You never get along with men, right?" "No, not that I have been at odds, it's that I did not understand them." "And female friends, you never had?" "Yes." "Frida, Nahui, Antonieta," "Gabi...ay, Gabi was very beautiful." "Gabi?" "Yes, Gabi Mistral." "You said Gabriela Mistral?" "Gabriela Mistral." "So is maned my school." "Your school is named from Gabi?" "What's so funny?" "For Gabi was the opposite of what they taught in schools." "Why?" "You know how is named one of his poems?" "Affectionate, that is the only thing they don't give nor taught in schools." "And now why you laugh?" "Because of that." "Oh, how funny you are!" "Hi, ma." "Where are you from?" "Upon seeing my friend." "What friend?" "Ah, she is a lady she is the old lady who lives in the house in the Rue de Morelia." "And why you come at this hour?" "What about it?" "As to what?" ", And school?" "Mama, I'm suspended." "Yes, Jorge, but it's not to be lazy walking the street with your buddies." "Ah...get it down." "Listen, Jorge, no, no, do not leave me talking crazy." "Crazy, Mama?" "If you're already very crazy..." "Listen, rude, it is not fair that I break my back while you're a vague on the street." "Hear what I say!" "Where were you all morning?" "I told you, with my friend." "An elderly woman is your friend." "Well, believe it or not." "She is also very funny and very smart. you're a hypocrite if you do not even like going to see my mom." "Do not compare, won't you, Mom?" "My grandmother is as crazy as you, and also you spend no more than fighting." "Jorge, son, listen to me." "Do not you see I'm worried about you?" "Do not you see I'm terrified you're running into bad company?" "Please, Mother, it is for sure you be with bad company." "Oh, you do not understand, really do not understand?" "!" "When the hell are you going to learn, Jorge?" "When the hell will you learn to stay quiet?" "Jorge, son, listen to me." "And you, Mom, have you ever heard me?" "Jorge del Pino, standing, please." "What did you learn during your holiday week?" "Finally, you learn something about the great authors of Mexico?" "Yes, teacher, and I learned many things." "Ah, yeah, which?" "Well, I learned that" "Diego Olivera was a man of great generosity, he did not doubt for a moment on giving a friend a beautiful rose bush to put in her garden," "I also learned that José Vasconcelos was a naive man, not that he was careless, the problem is that he did not know how to reach the people who preferred to eat rather tham to read the Iliad or the Odyssey." "I also learned that Gabriela Mistral knew how to have a friend and that New York is a city like any other" "But Paris is not," "Paris is the most beautiful city on earth." "And that only one woman has been able to meet and mingle with all this big ball of illustrious men and women." "But the most important thing I learned, teacher, is that I don't need the other people to know that I am someone who can be happy, someone that can know himself." "That I learned, teacher." "Want to know more?" "Hey, where did you get all that you tell the teacher right now, eh?" "You can swear I did not invent it," "I'm not you, ox." "But how all these things get up to to you?" "Well, you see, is what has taught me the lady who lives in the house." "Still going to see her?" "Sure, more, now I'm coming." "Coming?" "No, well, no thanks, but I have a lot of homework." "Homework, ox?" ", if they didn't bring it!" "One more reason, I'm in the Olympics of knowledge." "Do not be a sucker." "To your Daddy do not talk like that, eh?" "Well, stay here, I'm going to the house, eh?" "Hey, how you might like to go with that old lady?" "Do not you get bored?" "No." "Hey, why are you going to see her?" "I do not know." "I feel she's the grandmother I never had." "Me, your grandmother?" "First I gave me a shot!" "I'm telling you seriously." "Oh, look, if I did not want to have children the lesser grandchildren." "So you never married?" "I did not say that," "I said I never had children." "Why you would not have children?" "Oh, well because there are very troubled people like me." "Not that I had not wanted children, is that it could not make them happy." "Why?" "Because I was not happy." "And now, are you happy?" "At this moment yes." "And you, what were you doing?" "Of what?" "Well, on what you worked as a youth?" "Ah..." "I wrote." "Where?" "Well, I had a notebook, but, whatever." "Yes, but I mean if you wrote in a newspaper, a magazine, or something." "But I do not want to talk about this." "And, well, and how you bought this house?" "It must have been pretty being new, right?" "Very nice!" ", was a gift." "Whose?" "Well, let's leave it, no?" "Well, but she was your friend, or or you get along?" "It was her move, already?" "And you did not have male friends who also write like you?" "Well, there were not writers, rather they were artists." "There was a very funny one," "Dali was super nice, was a great guy." "And Buñuel, Buñuel was written in capital letters." "He was incredible, that man, you never knew whether he was joking or serious." "Where are they now?" "Dali is in Spain, and Buñuel, unfortunately, is in heaven." "Why you stopped meeting, eh?" "Well...the fame." "The fame?" "Yes, all became very famous." "There is Dali, disguising and portraits for journalists." "Everyone dazzling by fame." "There were some of them who even believe it!" "What happened to the others?" "We disintegrate, always happened." "The first time it happened here in Mexico, then I went to Spain to find a group of intellectuals." "A few years, same thing." "Then I went to France." "Same thing." "They all fall to fame, all." "So I ran away from it." "And you, you were famous?" "Oh, shorty," "I'm not saying that I ran away from it?" "But why say that fame is dangerous?" "Because you get to believe in it." "People and journalists applaud the character, do not applaud you, applaud the artist" "and the artist, son, is only a character." "They only care if you're famous or important, but do not really care for you." "They say they love you, who admire you" "but if you ever ask them to help you because you have a stomach ache" "or give you company because you're alone they never will, because they do not care who you are" "they only care about what you represent." "So you can not make a mistake, because they'll never forgive you." "Because they'll never treat you as a person." "That was what my friends never understood." "And you never wanted to be famous?" "No, it never interested me." "Well, now go, not to have complications with your mother." "No, no, nothing happens go on talking about that so..." "Dolly?" "How was he?" "ah, about Buñuel, tell me how he used to speak, yes, yes..." "Hey, it's true that in New York the buildings are very high?" "Tell me, my mother does not care, now..." "You okay?" "Are you ok, are you in pain?" "You think that if I feel well I would get so?" "What hurts, what happens to you?" "No, man, are some bruises that I got last week." "Really?" "Yeah, man, do not be alarmist." "God, stop gossiping." "Yes, not even on weekends." "No." "At Easter don't even think." "I have not been to Queretaro because I have not had time, Mom." "Look, we are both very disturbed and we will not get anywhere, yes?" "Then I call you, goodbye." "Where were you?" "And why did you quarrel now with my grandmother?" "Wants us to go visiting her on Easter." "If I'm not available, this crazy woman!" "I already I have a commitment before." "With whom?" "With your boyfriend, right?" "Do not start rude, Jorge," "I'm your mother." "Oh, Mom, do not you notice how you talked to yours right now?" "What I was thinking about is sending you alone." "Me?" "And where?" "To Querétaro, my life." "And what can I do in Queretaro?" "Do not be evil grandson, my mom wants to see you." "Why?" "To give me rotten sweets and walk me to the park as a puppy?" "Do not be so, my mom wants to meet you you think you do not have duties to your family?" "But yes, to ask for money and toys you do, right?" ", but never to visit her, how awful, right?" "Ok." "Hello." "Yes." "Yes." "Wait." "Go to your room!" "Yes, what time?" "Which?" "I mean, where?" "And why you do not want to go?" "What for, to be bored?" "My grandmother is the most ridiculous, boring, is ugly, is a clown, and smells bad." "But she's your grandmother!" "Yes, but I shit my grandmother!" "What are you laughing?" "That you look very funny when you're angry." "No more than you." "Look, boy, I'll give you some advice." "I never give." "You want to go or not?" "Of course not." "Well, do not go." "What?" "Yes, do not go." "And why?" "Because you already decided." "Do it." "How?" "Well, not going." "Just like that?" "It is very simple." "If we all did what we thought, would be another world." "But we always think one thing and do another, that's why the world is as it is." "Hey, but sometimes what we want is not right, how do I know that when I do something it's OK?" "Very easy, follow your intuition, that's all." "Intuition?" "Look, I'll tell you one thing." "What you to do first, shit or eat?" "Well, first swallow and then shit." "Well, that makes sense, but there are people that first shit and then eat." "You have to follow your intuition, that's all." "Hey, how you've come to think of all those things, how did they get to you?" "No, not it's not that I have minded, that's life," "I give myself time to think." "Which?" "The other people, they do not think?" "They don't take enough time, and one must take time to love," "to eat, for everything." "And how I get to know I love someone?" "You like someone, right?" "Yes, a girl I saw the other day in the park." "And she told something to you?" "No." "And thou hast made her a kiss, you've given her some flowers?" "No, she only catches my eye." "That seems to me that all you like are her buttocks, eh?" "Hey, you think people who love does think?" "No, people who love only loves." "And you ever fallen in love?" "Yes, long ago." "And who was that person?" "He was the man of my life." "He was intelligent, cultured, learned much about life." "He was fabulous." "And what was his name?" "What do you care?" "Sorry." "Oh, my son, I told you the names of the people do not matter what care are memories." "And how was him?" "Wonderful." "He painted, wrote, he wrote poems." "Oh, spoiled me so much!" ", he brought flowers, music" "but the bastard never worked." "And where is he now?" "Dead." "You miss him?" "Sometimes." "How are you doing to go on, so remembering him does not hurt you?" "I write." "Ah, really, just the other day I saw you writing." "And I can do, but" "I do not like it no more." "Well, tell me more about him." "Did you married him?" "No, he married." "He left you?" "No, we left each other." "And tell me, who was him?" "Oh, boy, how many times have I told that the names do not matter only memories care, what was done." "How long have not you see him?" "30 years or so." "What did you say last?" "Goodbye." "What?" "We're going to Queretaro, Mom?" "Yes, my life." "We're going after tomorrow." "But, why, you did not want to go, ma!" "It is because you made me think." "It's long since we don't go see my mom." "Besides I felt no fair you left alone, my love." "Wow!" "That messer yyou are, eh, ma?" "I think you fought with your boyfriend and that's why we go Querétaro." "Do not start, Jorge." "But, Mom, why you never tell me the truth?" "Why do you always talk to me lies?" "Why always excuses and excuses?" "Mom, I realize" "I learn things." "Tell me the truth." "Want to know the truth?" "You're my son you're my kid and I love you," "though I know you do not mind." "Since I became pregnant of you I loved you, Jorge, and what you do not know is that my mother did hit me when she learned I was pregnant, she said I was crazy, and asked me to not have you." "And I did not mind" "I fought for you and I got you, Jorge." "And that's why we are here together the two of us and if I go to work all day is to give you the best, not because I don't want to be with you." "I swear I'm not bad," "I would never hurt you." "Everything I do is to give you what you need, your school, your clothes, your toys," "all I do is for you." "Let's go to Queretaro, my love." "Mom..." "Do it, do it for me." "That you're leaving tomorrow?" "And why?" "For my mom, ox she asked me cool, and I could not be so mean to her." "Yeah, but the other day hated your grandmother or, now you love her, no, ox?" "No, man, do you think?" "I already told you, it's for my mom." "I also think she is right, long ago we're not together on vacation." "My only regret is that I will not see my friend the lady." "And you told her?" "I told her, but I have not said goodbye." "Moreover, I will tell her right now." "What's up, Melquiades?" "Lady!" "Lady?" "Lady!" "It's me, Jorge!" "Lady!" "You're around here?" "Lady!" "It's me, Jorge!" "Jorge... your name is Jorge, right?" "You know what you've done for me?" "You know what you've given me back?" "Look at me." "Look, put it on the table, please." "Thank you." "I know you're scared a bit terrified." "I would be the same." "Moreover, I would already had started to run." "What's in the box?" "A gift." "A gift?" "Yes, for you." "For me..." "Yes." "What does it contain?" "This is what I wanted to say." "You can not take it until you swear something." "Me?" "Swear on your life," "Swear, not to open it until you're 20 years old." "20 years old?" "And why until 20?" "Because that was the age when the world recognized me." "Swear." "Well, I came to tell you something." "I'm going." "to Querétaro, remember?" "My mom goes." "Perhaps you know what's a memory?" "You know what's a memory, a caress," "a smile...?" "A memory is a lifetime." "When you grow up, your heart will understand." "Oh, son, sorry I'm not clear to you now but now I can not," "Now I released my intuition," "I now live." "I did not lived for 25 years." "You okay?" "Are you sick or something?" "No, I'm fine." "Well, now I have to go because my mom is waiting for me, I have to pack my things." "You're afraid, right?" "Fear?" "No, do you think?" "No." "What happens is that my mom asked me today to come early and to pack my things." "Ok." "You will not be the same." "Since your mother learned to control you," "You surrender, you will not be the same, today you stopped believing in yourself" "but never mind" "I understand you." "Take it, it is yours." "Thank you." "Do not thank me," "I thank you." "Well, I'm going." "Bye, Jorge." "How do you know my name is Jorge?" "You just told me." "You told me lady, it's me, Jorge." "And you, what's your name?" "Esperanza (Hope)." "Jorge," "goodbye." " Right now I come, Mom." " Where are you going, Jorgito?" " I gol see my friend, I will not take long." " No, you must help me, love, you can not leave me so." "No, do not go, you'll help me unpack." "What we want is to leave it presentable for sale." "Yes, but that require some maintenance to be given to the house." "So we are reviewing all that is the electrical installation we are reviewing all that is the plumbing," "We reviewed the plumbing..." "Hey, mister!" "What happens?" "Eh, sir, good afternoon!" "Hey, mister!" "Good afternoon, what do they do?" "Listen, and the lady, what's going on?" "Eh, sir!" "I do not know." "Hey, what happens?" "I do not know." "Gabi, you finished?" "Hey, kid!" "What are you doing here?" "Melquiades, it's me, Jorge." "Jorge?" "The lady, the lady died last Thursday." "We buried her on Friday." "Not true!" "Yes." "She died, suffered from emphysema." "Also suffered greatly from the liver." "In fact, many people, many years ago, presumed she was dead." "But I saw her last Wednesday!" "Yes, I just saw her!" "You okay, kid?" "You're right, I can help?" "Oh, my love, why did you not help me?" "What happens to you, Jorge?" "What happened?" "Jorge!" "Jorge, Jorge, open the door!" "Jorge, what's wrong?" "Jorge, son, what did they do to you, tell me!" "Answer me!" "No!" "Jorge, son, Jorge, it is shaking!" "Come, hold me, my love!" "Oh, son, easy." "It's okay, relax." "It's okay, son." "Let's see, my love, tea." "Dog shit!" "Why do not you put more eggs?" "You'd put three eggs." "My love, we are having eggs for breakfast." "Yes, but it is too late." "And what has to do with the egg?" "I wish they postpone the meeting again on Wednesday." "You know how suckers are those of the Council?" "Hey, my mom called?" "No, but it would be good if you call her at night." "My mom, she's really crazy this poor." "Do not talk like that about her!" "Also she has been very cool, she left us the apartment and everything." "Yes, she left us the apartment by fearful, so much she fought with my grandmother to end up in Querétaro living with her after the earthquake." "I can not believe, they fought, fought, and ended up together." "Listen, I have to go, it's very late." "My love, before you go I want to talk about something." "What, the wedding?" "Oh, Leti, it is very late!" "I have to go, you see how they are at work!" "My love..." "Then, when?" "Oh, my love, I swear I do I want to marry." "Do you think today, at seven, in the coffe bar across the street?" "Come on, my love, today we date and everything!" " Yes?" " Okay." "Let's see..." " Well." " I love you." " Take care of yourself, yes?" " Yes" "Goodbye." "Take a fruit." "Thanks, you too hurry up because you're not going to be late." "It's going to get late, my love!" "You saw?" "Yes, you just showed me your palm, is very pretty." "20 minutes." "Do not say anything, the traffic was from hell!" "You should buy a car, my love." "A car, what for?" "If on the bus I get crazy like that no, a car I will become me crazier, no." "How was the meeting?" "Not done." "I told you, those bastards just bossy me as their puppet." "Now you're starting to complain?" "It's just that I'm not complaining, Leti," "I'm already tired!" "I'm sick that to be handled as if I was their puppet." "Well, do not think that!" "Can not you see that I am being serious, Leticia?" "Relax." "Why do not we rather talk about the wedding?" "The wedding, what for?" "I'll get more hysterical." "No, my love, forgive me." "Forgive me, is that true it is that I get wrong with all these things, and the traffic, the bus, sorry, indeed what you want to talk?" "When would you like to be the wedding?" "Well, I had thought many things, so I wanted to talk." "Chimanistac do you think?" "Yes, yes." "Where is Chimanistac?" "Chimanistac is a church in Culiacan, my parents married there." "Well, do you prefer, day or night?" "I prefer to be at night." "In other news, this April 7th already meet 18 years of death of Esperanza Malagon" " I do not know if you prefer it to be in a room or..." "Reason for the Conaculta make a fitting tribute to so bright this internationally recognized artist." " Jorge..." "The tribute will take place next Friday at 10:30 pm" " My love... at Lamm house located in the Roma neighborhood of Mexico City very close to where the artist lived about 30 years." "Esperanza Malagon in 1939 became the first Latin American woman to receive an international award for literature." "He also created the first movement of women writers in Latin America apart from having received throughout his life numerous academic awards and prizes." "It is well known" "Mrs Esperanza was a woman rejecting the tributes and awards so in life was virtually impossible to give her the tribute she deserved and that the Conaculta will do on Friday." "Among the rumors and myths woven around her stresses the alleged existence of an unpublished book written in the decade of the seventies which is entitled "The job of being hypocrit."" "This book did not appeared in the belongings of the artist after her death in 1984." "Well-deserved tribute to this very important woman who put the names of Mexico and Latin America very high around the world." "My love, do not have me like that!" "Jorge..." "I do not know who you are, do not even know your name, it is the third time I see you and I decided to leave all this to you." "Would you believe me if I told you that all this is of no use to me?" "That all this I do not want anymore" "And would you believe if I told you it never was of any use to me?" "Because, my child, the awards serve only to humiliate the losers but also to humiliate the winners, because who wins before others actually humiliates, and humiliates himself." "That ball of hypocrites who applaud me and who intend to boast me do not even know who I am do not know me really they never have known about my fears or my dreams or my happiness they only know that I am a winner and so they award me." "You do not need anyone to be happy." "You do not need anything to be happy." "You just have to feel it, feel that you are happy, feel the pleasure it is to live." "My child, never become what I am today." "In my last years I did not follow my intuition and ended up betraying me that why you should never betray your childhood and live your life as you did when you were a two years ol kid when repression you did not know" "or fear, fear to what people would think." "Enjoy your life as you enjoyed your first contact with water." "Enjoy your time like when you felt the first touch of your mother." "Enjoy and live, live!" "Do not believe me if you do not want." "Just try it." "And by the way, I give you my book for you to publish it." "this letter may serve as a witness for anyone who attempt to take away the rights of my book." "this through," "I yield to you, my child, whoever you are," "I hope this little money helps you live even a few moments." "Your friend, Esperanza." "My love, good news," "Marco is already coming with the book by Mrs Esperanza." "My love, do not be so dramatic, please." "Here he comes, do not worry, it will no longer take." "My love, what's wrong?" "It was that, Leti." "What happened to me during these 17 years?" "Why if I had all why I let it go suddenly like that?" "But why?" "If I had everything to succeed why I stopped being myself?" "Why?" "Just comes Marco." "How are you, Leti?" "Well, you?" "What have you done?" "Nothing, wait for you all the time." " Listen, do you think?" " What?" "I could not print out the 50 files." "How do you think?" "I have only 16, eh?" "Well, never mind, okay." "It does not matter?" "And guess what?" "Just occurred to me" "I could have printed one and photocopy the others but I worry so much..." "No, do not worry, do no worry anymore," "Thank you, really." "Hey, I want to introduce Jorge." "My love, he is Marco." "Hello, Jorge." "It was he who helped with the prints." "You're Marco!" "..." "Yes, how are you?" "Okay, great, how much we owe you?" "How do you think?" "Nothing." "You know they are about to get in..." "Good night." "Looking for someone?" "I really... here you are doing a tribute to Esperanza Malagon Prieto?" "You write, you are a poet or something?" "Poet?" "No." "It's just that I have to be a poet to be here?" "Hello, Jorge." "What do you think?" "How do you like them?" "Who?" "Whom do you mean, moron?" "Do not you understand what I mean?" "They are a bunch of assholes, no?" "They think they're intellectuals, they think they're artists, sabants, but they are nothing." "From these was whom I fled." "And now, what's wrong with you?" "I missed you so much!" "And now you speak to me politely!" "Have you stopped being who you were?" "You think so?" "So watch yourself, shorty, do not answer, you do not know what to say." "Well..., what I can tell?" "Tell me what the hell made you of yourself?" "Why are you in that outfit?" "Do not you realize?" "You have become a mediocre." "Your mom was able to convince you, and now you're not who you were." "But I swear that if I had known you from child as a mediocre no-one" "I would had not have left you my chest." "Then what do I do?" "Be yourself." "Do not make the mistakes I made." "Do not be like them." "They pretend to be something they are not." "Be yourself not what they want from you." "Who am I?" "You?" "You're the one who reminded me who I was." "Jorge!" "What are you doing?"