Blindfolded Eyes (1978) - full transcript

THE BLINDFOLDED EYES

To my son Antonio

All of us present are making a call

To save those who still live
in prisons around the world

To save all those who are tortured
in hand of their executioners

We don't want to hear tomorrow that we
neglected the existence of these crimes

We want to prevent these
scenes from repeating

Those scenes that shocked the world
after the Second World War

When millions of innocent people,
true living corpses...

Left the concentration camps
with weak steps

Faced with this horrible reality...



Many said they never knew the existence
of these extermination camps

This comission has proof that
today freedom is stolen

And that people are assassinated
with complete impunity

In countries that presume
to be civilized

This comission has proof that
condemns the governmental systems

That tolerate and even protect
this systems of repression

This comission has the duty to warn

That there's an increase of terror
and violence in the world

And that the process could
get worse in a near future

But the declarations of the witnesses
will speak better than my words

What they have to say has been
verified as true by this comission

The declarations work on our favor

Let's call Ines

Well it was around 3am...



When they rang my doorbell insistently

So I looked thru the balcony
and saw 4 or 5 guys

Dressed as civilians,
with pistols and machine guns

And they told me to open the door,
so I told my parents I was going out

I went down, opened the door,
and they pushed me...

They asked who lived there,
I told them my parents and me

And they came in,
I'll always remember...

It was July 9, two days
before my birthday...

So they came in my house
and pointed me with a gun

They told me not to scream,
they asked my name. I told them.

My parents were horrified.

They told them not to get involved,
that it wasn't about them

I was worried for my mom
who has a heart disease...

Luis... come

- I'm gonna scold you.
- Why?

I've told you to call me when you're coming,
I don't want you to wait out there

- How are you?
- Fine, peaceful

- Sit down there.
- Yes.

- I'm drinking cognac, want some?
- No, later.

How are you?

How do I look?

Very good

But, don't you notice something...

No

Well, you're a little fatter...

Well, come close

Look at my face

What is it?

The eyes...

I've operated

The wrinkles

Yes

Its fine, its very fine

- You're very beautiful...
- But you didn't notice...

- Notice... - Well...

Now let's be practical

It's been a long time since
I wanted to tell you something

But since we never see each other

And I don't want you to say no

But how can I say no if
I don't know what you're asking

Do you think I could be an actress?

Do you really mean it?

Yes, I really mean it

I've thought about it a lot

I don't care if it's only a small role,
but I want to be an actress

You can never be sure, but...

- But if you want, come by my studio...
- Well, look who's here.

- Hello, Manuel.
- Hello, Luis, you finally came.

- Last time we called you at your studio,
but you didn't answer. - It's true.

- I was downstairs. - It was about
Emilia's classes, did she tell you?

Yes, she just told me.
Well, if she likes it, great!

- Well, if it amuses her.
- It doesn't amuse me, it is my vocation.

But recognize it is a late vocation

- You see how bad he is.
- But he right...

Don't be angry. Come, to work.

The torture. Good-bye

- So I'll pass by your studio.
- Yes, really, whenever.

How do I look?

Fine, fine.

Sorry

- So, how are things latey.
- Fine.

I lead a very peaceful life,
I give classes...

Nothing in particular

Well, about theater...
I don't know.

I would assist more, if there was
any good theater, of course...

Does it hurt?

- Open.
- Sorry.

And here, does it hurt?

Your mouth is a mess.

Why haven't you taken care...

- But it can be fixed? - Sure,
everything can be fixed, except death.

- We're still in time, but you
should take it seriously. - Ok.

We're not used to go to the dentist,
and that's a mistake.

Yes...

What I don't understand is why haven't
you invented another instrument of torture

What an exaggeration

You'll see, it's nothing

Mouth wide open

Easy, easy...

Help!

You're a son of a bitch

It's over

You should find a small river
where to fish peacefully...

It's ready

Wash your mouth

Thanks

I couldn't sleep, so I started to think
about the most important moments of my life

Those moments which
have marked you forever

I thought about women

With the ones I had sex

I tried to remember their faces

Their bodies

And I felt a chill

The chill of a disaster

And for the first time in my life...

I had the terrible sensation...

Of having lived in vain

Like...

Like if I had just slightly
touched the surface of things

Without realizing

Of why and for what
I did those things

I had just walked half the way

It's possible to slide thru life,

like that, with impunity?

We don't like what you are preparing,
leave it before it's too late.

That's it. Move your hips.

Feel your hips.

Let's see how the articulations
are working. The connections.

We shall imagine that
the hips are an empty box

Joint to the mouth by an elastic tube.
It's a humid box, resonant.

Try slowly, very slowly,
to produce sounds...

Very soft vibrations, slow.

More timid. Sounds that resonate in our body,
that run thru the tube to the mouth

If you already did it,
just go over it again and again

And slowly try to interact
with an imaginary antagonist, slowly...

Let's see if the sounds can mix...

Into an incomprehensible dialogue
that comes from your hips

That's it... slow... slowly.

Slowly... Let's talk
to the antagonist in our body

That's it, right

That's it, slow, slow

That's it, slowly

Now imagine there's someone sleeping
beside you so you can't talk at that volume

Continue... yes, that's it

What do you think?

- I didn't expect this.
- Why?

- It's a bit crazy.
- Yes...

- But I like it.
- You like it? - Yes.

- Do you dare?
- Not now, I've come...

Take off your shoes

My god, what do I do?

Just let go. Let your
body participate. Go.

And now imagine there's no limits,
and you can abandon your body...

Go on...

And slowly form a circle,
keep talking...

And when I clap,
stop and relax

And now reflexes, come Laura,
follow your reflexes

Come, Emilia, relax

And now, slowly, let's walk,
feel the weight...

Let's search for a space,
let's feel the body's weight

Now find a fixed space

Let the weight lead you,
feel your head fall

And feel your back bend,
every vertebra, let it go

Let's feel the body's weight,
let's not precipitate

Our knees bend,
we feel tired

And we let our bodies
relax completely

We separate a little,
we don't touch anyone

Nobody should interfere
in our concentration

Eyes open, relaxed forehead

We are here and now...

And now we go inside ourselves

Let's start looking inside

And we see our body as a long tunnel

Dark, soft, damp, with shining colors

And we look at the heart...

We can see the red organ

Warm, elastic

We feel how it releases
warm waves of blood

Is it possible?

For this fucking pain to come back...

And now precisely...

Well, let's see if it goes away

No, please...

What am I doing here?

Alone...

With a little luck I'll be fine

I don't want to be seen like this

If I die, I want to die alone,
like a dog, fuck

Oh, dear mother... what a pain!

I think something is wrong

I don't know why we are
always getting into trouble

Is something wrong?

It's of no importance

- Can we help?
- Its a colic

It happens to me sometimes

- Does it still hurt?
- No.

I'm still asleep, I feel
the warmth, the blankets

There's no noise in the street

I feel the door of my room open

It is my mother coming in

I feel her stand

I feel her watching me

And then she sits
in my bed, and it screeches

And she caresses my head
with her hand, softly

I remember her hand, red,
with wrinkles, working hands

Red, sweet

Anyway...

This could be an excercise
of emotional memory.

Naturally, the process
should be more detailed.

And more pacient

I've only walking a path,
that I know but haven't visited

If you have a question,
make it

And then we'll try an excercise

Should we try to express theatrically?

No, I believe we must avoid
the theatrical and histrionic

What we need is a real contact
with our object and memory

Is the role of imagination important?

The role of imagination
is of recreating

Because what you remember is partial

The more you use your
imagination for filling in

The more truthful
will the acting be. Understood?

Any more questions?

Ok, then I will now try

An excercise to approach some persons

Emilia, how about it?

Ok

Let's see

If I say a word...

Summer

What does it suggest?

The sea

The beach

Heat

Heat, but there must be some detail.
In people's faces...

The contact with your sweaty clothes

The contact with the sand

Heat

I see a white door

A path

A wheat field

The door, tell me more about it

Is it old or new?
How is it painted?

Is wood or steel?

I see an old wood door

White, very white

And I open the door

And I see the sea

Well...

What I am going to say isn't to criticize

I didn't want to make an excercise,
just an approximation

Tomorrow we'll excercise,
more relaxed

But I will still tell you a few things

What you have told us are a some images

Very utopic, beautiful perhaps

But you haven't told us

Of your deep sensations

That's what we're interested
in for this job

This job requires a detailed
reconstruction of the past

Through the detailed
and complete description

Of objects, odours, sensations,
colors, persons...

Understand? That's why a detail
that might seem insignificant

It is a mine

We must search it

It's not about making a rational
study of one's behavior

What a critical study does
is repress, limit, and classify

The ashes of a burnt fire

We don't need to hide anything

We need to revive the fire

Let it burn again

Do you understand? And you

And you, and you, and you...

Would know more about yourselves

If you would burn
that fire of the past

Is it clear?

You haven't done as we said.
Suffer the consequences

Who is it?

- Who is it?!
- Emilia

What is it?

I'm sorry to bother you

Come in. What is it?

Who hit you?

He never acted like this and suddenly...

- Calm down.
- He hit me

He went mad

He hit me, look

He really hurt me

Oh my... It's alright now

Come in, don't worry

Let's go upstairs
cause it's cold here

- He was like a beast, I don't know
what happened to him. - Calm down

He never hit me before

- Never since I know him.
- It's alright

- He never hit me before.
- Well...

He wanted to kill me

It's ok

Sit down

Thanks... thanks

I'll give you a coke

- No.
- Ok

What a beast!

I'm not coming back to him.
I hate him

Beast!

- Look Emilia, I don't want
to get involved. - I know

- Every marriage is a mess.
- A big mess!

You know that well

Do you know what happened?

It was so stupid

Manuel is jealous of your classes

So he tells me I'm never home

He says its a waste of time.
He laughs of your classes and you

And tonight he started to get jealous

So I got angry and
told him a few words

And he began to hit me like crazy

And I told him I was coming
to live with you

But, why did you do that?!

It just came out

What a mess you made

Don't worry, I have
an hotel reservation

Well, I'm going...

- Thanks for your help.
- Emilia, no, wait...

My suitcases... I already
had the reservation...

Emilia, it's not that...

- Oh my god.
- Emilia...

I don't have anyone to go to

Come in, please, I'm sorry

- Come in, please.
- I don't want to bother you

Come in again and don't worry,
I'm sorry...

- Am I bothering you.
- Of course no.

- I'm being ridiculous.
- No.

- Sit down.
- Yes, I mean, no...

Well, don't sit

I should have taken
this decision long time ago

I'm a stupid

Oh, yes, I am stupid

How could I tolerate this imbecile

For so long...

Plus, thinking it was my fault

Do you know why I told
myself every day?

I told myself: "Emilia...

Please, Emilia, be patient,
you'll see how everything works out

And all this is because
I'm irritable!

Everything is because I am changing

I want to find myself,
and that's what bothers him

Your classes opened my eyes
and that's what he hates

Also, because I am trying to find myself

That's what bothers him the most

I need to talk to someone
who understands me

I need to give affection

It's not only about receiving

Yes.

Not only to receive, to give...

What do you think about my acting

You've done great

Better than before...

Don't answer

Relax, we must confront things

Hello?

Yes, Manuel, she's here

Well, that's your problem...

She can stay here the time she needs

Look, I don't think its the
best time for her to talk

- Tell him no.
- Better tomorrow?

Ok, I'll tell her, wait

He wants to talk to you,
he insists

I don't want to, tell him

Manuel, she doesn't want to

Yes, yes, well...

But Manuel,
why do you think that, no, no

Manuel, would you let me speak?

You know what, you're an imbecile!

What did he say?

What did he say? Tell me

That both of us go to hell

Very bad...

Emilia Spensa

- You saw me.
- I'm ashamed

No, don't be ashamed

Shall I stay?

Ok

All the time I want?

All the time you want

Luis...

We're going to start from zero...

Let's tell ourselves everything, ok?

Everything?

- No dirty corners?
- I'm not laughing

Really, let's start clean,
you and me. Be honest...

Alright?

Ok

But we start tomorrow, ok?

Tomorrow...

Why don't you put some music?

Well, I spent my childhood in Murcia

That's where I was born,
well, you know that already

And where my mother was born

I don't know if you
want me to tell you...

Something from those years...

I can only say
my childhood was very normal

Without up and downs

I had a dog I loved,
he was very ugly

- What was its name?
- His name was Trompo

And we played in the roof

We acted out the war and weird scenes

What I mostly remember is the sun

The heat of the summer

The land dry from lack of water

And the light very bright

It lighted up everything

Strange, but the painter who best
resembled that luminosity is Van Gogh

I don't know, its so far away

So far and with no importance

My father died very young.
I was a baby.

And I don't remember nothing of him
if it wasn't for the photos

And when father died
the family business was lost

My mother tried to maintain it
for a while but it was a disaster

My mother was a very warm woman

She was a bit lazy and very pessimistic

I inherited from her the fear
that the sky could fall any moment

Where was I, I got lost...

Your mother took the business.

The family told her to send me
to Madrid with uncle Andr?s

To work and become a man

And so I came to Madrid

And I thought I was going
to work on a counter

Or keeping the books

And my uncle Andr?s
who took it very seriously

Put me to work immediately
as a delivery boy

With the disadvantage
of my health and my morals

- Poor little one! - I can still
see myself carrying 20 kg sacks

And I was only 14 years old then

Do I look good?

You're very handsome

Good morning, Don Andr?s

What do you want?

Don't you remember me?

You're Luis. Luis L?pez (Tierral)

You've got the same memory as always

How come your're here,
I haven't seen you since...

It's been 23 years, Don Andr?s

What a barbarity!
And what do you want?

Nothing, I was just passing by

- And I couldn't resist
the temptation. - Very good

Come in!

But just for a moment...

And only if I'm not interrupting,
because for you work is...

On the contrary, this is over

What's been of your life?

Nothing in particular

You've progressed

I knew it. I always thought
you were quite awake

Intelligent

This work wasn't for you

That's what I told your mother

And to *Supriamo*, may he rest in peace

Do you say it because of this?

Well, I got into some business

In the good times,
when one could earn money

But now things are more difficult

Do you remember I liked to write?

I had no idea

What do you mean?

I will never remember the day...

when you surprised me writing a poem

I was scared thinking
I was going to lose my job

But you told me to read it to you

- Excuse me a minute, I'll be right there.
- There's no hurry

And so I read the poem, and it said...

He who sighs through life

Asks himself, what is life?

Life is a suffering, a torment,
that invites us to meditate

What do you think about it?

Oh how beautiful!

Very beautiful, yes, beautiful!

- I like it. What do you want?
- There's no hurry.

Well, Don Andr?s,
you didn't like it very much

After that you told me
to forget that crap and be practical

Yes, and I followed your advice
and here I am

And now you've come to see
the progress you've made so far

Something like that

I never told you...

How horrible were those years.
Did I told you?

No

Did I tell you how I felt
with every pore filled with coal

And that it never fell off,
no matter how I washed

Didn't I tell you?

And the worst were the cockroaches

Cockroaches?

I still have chills
when remembering them

You were good to me, Don Andr?s

Well, that's good

I need 10 kilos of coal

Coal for the brazier?

That belongs to another time

There's no more of that,
not even oak coal

Oh well, I still need
that kind of coal

How about the coal
made of olive's seeds

I'm very sorry.

- You don't have?
- No

- Is he crazy?
- Me?

- No, him. - No.
- Well, goodbye

Well, Don Andr?s,
I'm leaving

- How happy to see you again.
- Thanks

Well...

- Say, can I take a look down there?
- Of course

- This is your home and you can
do what you like. - Thanks

Although I don't know if
you are dressed for the occasion

Be careful Luis, don't let
the cockroaches eat you

Of course lady, we have that coal

We don't have any coal
for the kitchen...

I'll send the boy
with the coal to your house

Luis, prepare 20 kilos of coal
and 20 of the special coal

Right away, Don Andr?s

Are you ok, Luis?

This month you will pay the water

I'm finishing aunt, almost ready

Take this towel and dry yourself

Thanks aunt

Let me

You're paying for the water

What do you expect,
I need to wash, right?

Its that coal...

I want to be clean, aunt, clean!

Even if its the last thing
I do in this world

Luis, you're like a kid

Are you going?

I don't know

I'll think about it

I can't stay here forever, right?

Don't go, I'll call
your uncle right away

So that he doesn't make you
work too much

You work too much

Don't go Luis, don't go.

Do it for me

Without you this house
would be different

It will be empty

But you don't let me go out
at nights, or take a shower

If I use a lot of water,
if it's expensive, plus...

Leave me alone

You need a little bit of patience

Well, it was 3am approximately

When they rang the doorbell insistently

And I looked at the balcony
and saw 4 or 5 guys

Dressed as civilians
and with machine guns

Armed with machine guns and pistols

And they told me to open the door

So I told my parents
they came for me

I went down, open the door.
They pushed me.

They asked who lived there
and I said only my parents and me

And they came in...
I will always remember

because it was July 9,
two days from my birthday

So, they came in, they pushed me

They pointed me with a gun

They told me not to shout

They asked my name and I told them

My parents were terrorized

They told them not to get involved

I was worried because my mom suffers
from the heart, and something could happen

But, its curious because...

I have the impression that...

She is telling it as if
it happened long time ago

Or like it was a dream

A nightmare

Almost like a psalm

Something once happened to me

A little girl, 9 years old

She told me a terrible nightmare

That she had that night

And I asked her
if the stuff she dreamt

Had the same power
as the things she lived

Yes, sure, because
I live it in the dream

Well...

Anyway, give me that

Emilia, it's your turn

I think we can try it

We can approach in different ways

You could treat it
as something in the past

Or like something
that's happenning right now

Or like if it was a dream

Take it

And you, Rafa, please read
the part of the lawyer

Yes, that part

And Emilia, you don't have to follow
the text exactly, you can improvise

What they will say has been
proved true by this comission

According to different
declarations that we have heard

We call Ines

My parents left the bedroom

They were surprised and full of fear

They threatened them also

And in a bad manner,
told them not to get involved

That it wasn't about them

My mother was very sick of the heart

And I thought she would die of the shock

They asked me about Ra?l, my partner

And I told them
I didn't know where he was

At that moment it was true

Because I didn't know where he was

And that's why I was worried

It was 2 weeks since
I lived with my parents

And I had not received
any news from him

You're coming with us

That way you'll tell everything

They told me

And once in the street

One of this guys

He told me, don't even think about sceaming

Or you will be sorry

Help!

Hel...

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, we are the police

And once inside

They put a gun to my head

They forced me to put my head
between the knees of one of them

The sun was coming up

That's the last thing I saw clearly

Because later they put
two pieces of cotton over my eyes

And hold them very tight with tape

I didn't resist because I was afraid

They started to ask questions

I don't remember their questions

I was afraid

The only thing I remember

Is that we travelled

Very fast

I found myself in a dead end

Because I've changed my job
for something quite vague

And it wasn't acting,
which was something sacred to me then

And it isn't now?

Well, now it's a job like any other

But a beautiful job sometimes

Although I'm no actor now,
just an spectator

Things started to get better
when my mother sent me some money

And they accepted me in a theater play.
But they almost fuck my ass

- What?!
- Yes *undistinguishable*

And it wasn't because I was prejudiced

That wasn't my problem

The reason was I remember Uncle Pepe

That one day very serious he said:

Luisito, never confuse the ass with the pussy

- Don't confuse...
- The ass with the pussy!

- Hey, Luis.
- What?

But, what are you doing?!

Are you dead?

Are you dead?

I'm coming, Luisito

We need to revive you, right?

What's happening?

Is something wrong?

I love you, Emilia

I love you more
than anything in this world

I was very afraid

I was very afraid!

They pushed me...

Through a narrow hallway

While I walked...

I bumped into people...

That were next to the wall
and in the hallway

They put me in a room

They made me sit in a chair

And they surrounded me, because I felt
their breath on my neck and face

Since the cottons they've put
in my eyes were wet

I could see a little now

Peeping through I could see
the boots of my executioners

Some military boots

And some black shoes
with pointed endings

And I could hear more loudly
now the metallic noise

That I will never forget

And that I can still hear some nights

It was a noise like knives crashing

No, it sounded like...

Like knives sharpening

Mixed with the sound of a tv

When the show is over

I've said everything I know,
I really don't know anymore

I've told you everything!

- We just need to know where is
your friend? - That I don't know

- Where is he?! - I don't know!

You're gonna talk anyway,
save yourself the suffering.

- Where is your friend. - I don't know.
- Where?! - If I knew I'd talked.

Where is he?!

What is it?

Yes?

Who is it?

Who is it?!

Who was it?

Some funny guy...

This is the third time they call

I was dreaming something very strange

I was blindfolded

I took off the bandage
and realized I had lost my memory

And then...

When I went out to the beach
I realized I had lost my memory

I couldn't remember anything

Of who I was...

Nor where did I live
and who were my friends...

And my relatives

Where are you going?

I don't know

*Indistinguishable*

- What a strange dream!
- Huh?

I was in the streets...

How can I explain...

They looked like photographs

They seemed to know...

Surprised in their walking

The people where there but...

They looked surprised

Their usual gestures

Static

And the cars and buses too...

And the bikes too, everything was...

Like if life...

Was suspended.

And I started walking

Through the streets...

I entered a fashion shop

It was a very strange place

It was quite rare, large, huge!

And there was nobody.

And I walked there...

It seemed as if I was looking for someone,
something... but there was nobody

And then...

I looked above some perches

And I saw a curtain

half open...

And inside...

A mirror...

There was a reflection of...

A girl...

Very young and pretty.

A beautiful girl
who was trying a skirt on.

She was looking in the mirror...

And she had a body...

Incredible, and the skin...

And then I got near...

To the counter...

And there was the girl...

Looking in the mirror

And I felt like touching her...

And I reached with my hand...

And suddenly...

I look into the mirror

And I can't see myself

And the girl starts moving, normally...

Finishes trying on the skirt.

And then tries on a blouse

And she leaves

And I stay there

Paralized...

Looking at myself in the mirror

She looked like someone,
but I don't know who...

She looked like one of your students

They are all in love with you,
did you knew?

She looked like one of you students

- You are very attractive.
- Are you talking seriously?

Of course I mean it

Give me a kiss

I'm sleepy

Hi, doll

- How are you? - Hello

We start rehersals
in the theatre this monday

Very good

Yes, its ok

A little too soon

We'll have to work harder

We'll have to rehearse harder

Emilia

For me?

Yes

Is Manuel, right?

Yes

Look what I've advanced today

Its ok

- It's pretty, right?
- Very pretty.

Do you like it or not?

Of course I like it

It just that...

Maybe you should use
your time on something else

Like in what?

I don't know, I'm just saying

If you like it, that's what matters

It entertains me

This is the last warning
and your last chance

I'm pissed off... this fuckers...

Do you wanna read it?

It's not necessary

I think of you

I want you to know what it says

Emilia, this had to happen
for me to understand what I've lost

I've lost everything, Emilia

And this house without you
is empty and dead

I can't tolerate your absence

And I'm going out for a few days

To think about myself
and what will be of my life

I only ask you to reflect
on your decision

If that's what you really want,
tell me

And I won't bother you any more

But I want you to know...

That I can't forget you

And the more I try

You are still here with me

I love you and need you, Manuel

Tell me something, please

I don't want secrets between us, Luis

That the happiness of one person

Has to be done with the
suffering of another

It's sad

If you had left

I would had written
a similar letter

But you won't, right?

Hey...

It's because I...

I couldn't...

Hey...

What is that?

Huh?

What is this face?

Hey, fool

What is that?

You are a fool, I won't leave

Fool...

Luis...

I won't leave you...

Never, fool

Emilia

I'll never leave you

Torture breaks the conscience

Torture takes away information

But above all, it awakens fear

Sorry, Gustavo...

Mount the scenery later
and leave us alone

Good, good

Don't ennumerate, more fluid...

And above all, it awakens fear

That ancestral fear
that lies asleep

That fear we all have

Fear to suffering

Fear to darkness

Fear of losing one's identity

In a world of tied hands
and eyes blindfolded

We would like the witness to specify

What kind of torture she suffered

Without omitting details

Because we believe its necessary to know

To what level of cruelty
those guys can reach

They throwed me to the floor

And once there they kicked me

In the kidneys

In the sides and finally in the belly

Insulting me continually

I told them everything I knew

I said everything cause it hurt a lot
and I just wanted them to stop

It's enough of this bullshit,
someone said:

Now you will really tell us all

I started to scream
with all my strength

Like crazy, I told them
I knew nothing else

Shut up, said someone else

Pull your pants and underwear down

I couldn't move with my handcuffs

They took my clothes by force

The buzz from before...

Became much louder

Oh my god, I thought,
they'll use the prod now

I open my mouth and I think
they used the prod now

because I try to shout
but I can't

I feel my throat closed

And the current flows
through my whole body

The electric current shakes me

The electric current
shakes my whole body

I feel as if they were tearing
my arms, legs, everything

- I can't...
- Wait

Yes, I forgot...

They gave me... go on...

They hit me on the breasts, on my genitals...
I can't say it, it's too horrible

Try, Emilia, try, try, come on

I felt the shocks as shattering

As if they were tearing my arms,
legs, every body part

I couldn't breathe

I was choking, all my body
was trembling

My organism was convulsing
like with an epileptic attack

Good

Okay, Emilia...

Let's see...

Andrew Wyeth, he is an american painter

This is Christina

It was a neighbor of his

She was a paralytic, look...

The arms

I dreamt lot of times with this scenery

Can I see the book

With my tears the rocks
turn soft and break down

The trees seem to bend

The birds that hear me,
when singing, show condolence

and my death with their
singing they guess.

The beasts, that lean
their tired bodies,

leave their dreams
to hear my sad mourning.

You, alone, turned harsh towards me

Your eyes not even returning
to what you made.

Go, tears...

What is it?

Emilia, why don't
you tell me what is it?

I don't know what it is

I don't know...

I don't know where I'm going,
I know nothing

I can't go on like this...

Can I help you in some way?

No

Please, Emilia, we once made a deal...

That you don't even respect

You have your life...

You have your work
that fulfills your life

I need something else,
I don't know what

I need something else

Yes, sure

Emilia...

The only thing I ask

Is that...

If you are with me
is because you want to

If not it is not worth it

Why fool ourselves?

What's your answer?

Luis?

"Son of a bitch"

Luis?

Oh my god...

Luis?!

Luis, what have they done to you?

Can you walk?

What have they done?

Oh, Luis...

- What have they done.
- Nothing

Hold on a little longer!

Sit down

My god...

What shall I do?

- Emilia.
- Rest.

It's not answering

Emilia...

Yes, Manuel!

Yes, it's Emilia

They've hurt Luis very badly

You must come immediately, please

Yes, it's quite serious

Emilia, no...

Yes, hurry up please,
I don't know what to do...

Emilia... no...

I don't want him
to see me like this

If I die I want to die
like this, fuck

You won't die

Oh mother, my pain!

Fuck, such bad luck

One day, or one night,
I don't really know

They changed me to another room

And they brought a woman,
I knew from her screams next door

I could hear everything perfectly

They insulted her and...

I don't know what they did to her,
but she screamed a lot

I don't know how long it lasted
because I felt asleep

Well, only half asleep because...

I dreamt I heard
the voice of a soprano

And in reality it was the woman
screaming like crazy

And she asked,
"please not with the needle"

"Not with the needle"
she screamed

I don't know if I felt asleep or not

Because I have a blank in my mind

What I do remember are the screams

The metallic noise, the beatings...

Someone who beat a sand bag to the floor

I mix up things...

I don't even know if what I'm telling now

has really happenned...

Or if I am imagining it

That is my confusion...

I think they interrogated me again

I saw some lights that shined...

And I remember...

Some nice guys
who offered me a cigarette

And that spoke to me softly

I heard the sound of a typewriter

I didn't mind anything,
I even felt good

I don't remember
if they made me sign or not...

And that is something
that makes me very anxious nowadays

When I woke up
I was lying in the floor

I was very cold and was trembling

I had the eyes blindfolded
but my hands free

I took off the bandages
and found I was in a field.

There was a house, or farm,
something like that

It was a beautiful sunrise

The light, the life...

I stayed in the ground,
contemplating that scenery

I felt the fresh air in the lungs

And I suddenly began crying from happiness

The next day I began my forced return
to Spain, with my sons

Of my partner Raul
I haven't had any news

And I can't say anything more

I hope this testimony is useful
to alert the public

So they can condemn the military,
authoritarian, and repressive regimes

So acts like this won't happen again.

Subtitles by Raul Q