For a Handful of Kisses (Por un puñado de besos)

They say loss is the real measure of love.

This story took place during a bit of April,

a tad of May and all through September.

For a fistful of kisses,

I went out of my mind one day.

For a fistful of kisses,

I found my downfall.

For a fistful of kisses,

I experienced betrayal.

I just have memories left now.

For a fistful of kisses,

I don't talk about love anymore.

Every time I try to forget

I get drunk and regret everything.

Every time I try to forget,

I get drunk and regret everything.

I wasn't able to forget him

and he comes back to me,

and he comes back here.

I loved no one else since then.

No one else.

FOR A FISTFUL OF KISSES

A BIT OF APRIL...

The sun rises again. Yesterday, your heart went to bed feeling down,

but, today, you woke up

and that's what matters now.

Fear, anxiety, ghosts of the past and ghosts of reason.

Your giants' fight,

your Art Histories.

As long as I have any voice left, I will keep on singing for you.

As long as I have any voice left...

THINGS I WILL DO WITH HIM

As long as I have any blood left.

How are you today?

There's a nice view of the sea from the window of your big city.

Looking for a flower to stop and have a rest.

Even if we don't play together, if you drown one day, I'll rescue you.

I'll rescue you.

I know that your heart has put and ad on TV.

You're not asking that much after all.

Just an ordinary guy who would take you by the hand and say "yes",

who would go with you to see that exhibition

in your imagination,

who would enjoy...

Dani?

- Yes? - I'm Sol.

- May I sit down? - Yes, sure. Sorry.

What would you like to have?

One beer, please.

Do I look like you expected?

That's not really important, don't you think?

Yes, it is.

I don't know, I think...

Thanks.

I think your letter was the key.

- It was beautiful. - Thanks.

- You're a good writer. - It comes easy to me.

- Have you written something? - Just as a hobby.

- I'd like to read it. I mean if you... - Yeah, sure.

Listen...

This is new for me. I don't even know if...

Well, I do know...

- But I don't want to rush into things. - Me neither.

- This is important. - I know.

Do you know why I chose you?

In your letter, you said that...

time is just our way of spending our life.

And why did you write me?

I'm not totally sure yet, to be honest, but your ad was revealing.

I don't mean to sound rude, but may I see a certificate

- or something? - Yes, yes.

- I brought mine too. - It's not necessary.

Read it, please.

Shall we go for a walk?

- Do you live downtown? - No, I don't.

- We could have met somewhere else. - Don't worry.

- Do you feel like something sweet? Hurry! - Not now...

Come on!

Defining Sol?

That's impossible.

I don't know...

What does she like? She likes...

walking by the sea,

Saturday nights and taking photos.

"Life bites", as she calls them.

She also likes songs with a story, peach jam...

She hates waking up early, gray days, arguing for no reason

and lies in all their forms.

But, above all, she loves dusting with confectioners' sugar her high moments.

So this is it. This is where I live.

- OK. - I had a great time.

We could have a second date, to get to know each other better.

And, if it goes well, another one. What do you say?

Fine.

Dani, don't think there's someone else.

- It doesn't matter. - There isn't.

Bye.

Hi, Sol.

In real life, love is a dream for two people,

where very often one dreams while the other one lets themselves be dreamed.

For those who love, time is an eternity, it's just their way of spending life.

We, on the other hand, will dream and let ourselves be dreamed

at the same time, together.

Even if you don't choose me, I'd like to meet you.

We could create a bubble and live inside it.

And, of course, forgetting about shrinks.

Dani.

DON'T HATE THE ONE YOU LOVED

Spit it out!

- Interesting. - Interesting?

- What? - Is that all?

We talked to get to know each other a bit, and that's it.

Alright. What's his job?

- I don't know. - You didn't ask him?

No. Well, I don't want to go too fast and overwhelm him.

We talked to get to know each other a bit, and that's it.

That's all. He's like me.

Yeah, but it was him who answered your ad, and not the other way around.

- He didn't look like a serial killer. - Right, they never do.

- Did he at least prove that...? - Yes. I saw his medical certificate.

Describe him.

He's attractive. Very attractive.

He likes the same songs I like. He's an awesome writer.

I don't know, he has this mixture of shyness and mystery.

And he walks too fast! I can't keep up with him!

Well, that makes two of us.

He has these deep green eyes.

And he has these beautiful lips and an open smile.

He has these strong big hands.

I don't know... it went well. That's all I can say so far.

So you're taking the chance.

It was just about time, don't you think?

It's been a long time since I last got close to a guy.

You're a bastard.

What's up, neighbor?

I can't get these slices in!

That's the problem of online shopping. You don't get to see the product, so...

- Who'd have thought they'd be so thick? - Let me try. May I?

Yes, here.

Why are you so nervous?

- I'm late to work. I have so much to do. - Relax, you're gonna have a heart attack.

You know? I washed my teeth with a face mask!

- All the tubes look the same. - Your teeth must be moisturized now.

- Hey, this is impossible. - Yeah.

So tell me. How was your date?

Fine. We talked a bit and agreed to meet again, that's all.

- Describe her. - 1,65 m tall. Beautiful lips and eyes.

- An angelic face. - Age?

She's 21.

- Shit, Dani. - Did you expect her to be 30 or 40?

The ad talked about "rebuilding her life". That involves having a past.

- Well, you see. - So you're going on?

I'm thinking about it, yes.

- Don't tell me you liked her. - Yes, she's gorgeous. But...

As usual, you meet a girl and your brain just turns upside down.

- Come on, Lidia, I'm not that crazy. - Yes, you are.

And the worst thing is you drag everyone else into your madness.

Nothing will happen. We agreed to meet again.

Next time I see her, I'll tell her or I'll break up with her. I don't know.

Yeah, "I don't know". I do know.

You're gonna mess up. We're off!

Just one thing.

- Is she OK or...? - Yes, she's fine.

What about you?

- Did she like you? - I think she did.

- Well, that's dynamite! - But it'll burst on me, don't worry.

- You're wrong. It'll burst on her. - I won't tell you anything else.

- And don't tell Sandro. - Dani, listen to me.

Mamen left, it's over. You can go out with someone else asap,

but don't play the romantic hero or look for a substitute.

- Or mix work with love. - I won't!

Runner magazine, hello!

If you're calling about the front page, yes...

Dani!

Your cellphone just rang.

Thanks.

Hi, Dani!

- How are you? - I'm fine. You got ahead of me.

Yes. Tonight I'm having dinner at my parents' house.

They don't know, so I didn't want you to call me while I was there.

Sure.

How are you?

I'm fine.

- A bit surprised, to be honest. - Me too.

I wasn't sure if you'd want to...

- Go on? - Yes.

Why not?

- Are you still there? - Yes, sorry.

- What is it? You're not sure, right? - Yes, I want to see you again.

I want to see you too.

So when are we meeting up?

Tomorrow.

I can't. Why don't we meet next Saturday and spend all day together?

Next Saturday then. Will you pick me up where we met the other day?

- Yes. - Great.

- Dani, can I ask you a question now? - Go ahead.

What's your job?

I'm a web designer.

- Well, that's interesting. - I've got to go now, OK?

OK. OK.