Carmen

Carmen, my heart.

These men.

They weren't the first and they won't be the last.

Different faces.

Different shapes and sizes.

But they are always the same man.

One man.

His eyes are sad but produce no tears.

He is parched and cold like the desert in the night.

His heart pumps sand through his veins, not blood.

He yearns for the tears of our eyes. The milk from our breasts.

The blood of our womanhood.

Anything, that he might taste life again.

He won't.

He can't.

Where is she?

Where is she?!

You have loved me, as I loved my mother.

Now it is time for you to leave me. Time for you to fly.

Go to the City of Angels,

to La Sombra Poderosa. And find Masilda.

If you are my heart, then she is my spine.

She will be yours as well.

My precious Carmen...

inside you,

you carry my blood, my milk,

my tears.

Take them to my Masilda.

Both of you, share them.

Feast on me.

And I will live inside you forever.

Loving.

Dancing.

Laughing.

Do it.

Wait up, asshole. What's your name?

Ramon.

Are you Mexican, Ramon?

Yes, yes. Francisco is my wife's cousin. He gave you the money, right?

Now wait for the truck.

Nothing's wrong.

Look.

For you.

You're okay.

Don't cry anymore, blue night

Your shadows shelter my soul

For now, fly without fear

It's time for me to leave

If I get lost in the wind

The wind has given me wings

Sing the echo of who I've been

And my blood burns all the way to dawn

Thank you.

What's your name, sir?

Angel. And yours?

-And where are we going, Carmen? -To your city.

The City of Angels.

I've never said no to an adventure.

Me neither.

Angel. This is my friend Pablo.

He is going to Los Angeles and he offered to take us.

Are you sure?

Yes. We've taken you far enough.

No, it's too much.

Please.

Thank you.

Be careful, Carmen.

Always remember that the thing you're running from

is almost always the thing you are running toward.

Thank you.

Why don't you get rid of Blondie and come with me?

Because he's a man, and you're a musician.

I understand Spanish.

She's here, they're here.

Make way for her.

She is from nowhere in particular,

but she knows where she comes from and she knows where she is going.

Clear the way for this woman.

Her strength is her root, her story.

What holds her when she loses her way, when she doesn't know where to go.

Clear the way for her strength.

The strength of her blood.

The strength of her mother, of her grandmother,

of the soil fighting to emerge.

Throw me a chance,

and chance will throw you back to me.

Clear the way for this woman. Majestic in her domains.

She is from nowhere in particular,

but she knows where she comes from

and she knows where she is going.

Clear the way for this woman.

Her story is her root.

What holds her when she loses her way,

when she doesn't know where to go.

Clear the way for her strength.

The strength of her blood.

The strength of her mother, of her grandmother,

of the soil fighting to emerge.

Throw me a chance, and chance will bring you back to me.

Clear the way for this woman.

Come and rest on me.

Put your life on pause.

Rest in my lap.

Come and rest on my chest.

Life is a mystery that no one can solve.

What's important is to know who you are

and where you want to go.

What's important is to know who you are

and where you want to go.

If you're looking for a place to be free

Free from that hurtful thing

That oppresses your soul

If you need refuge from what kills

From the tides of this world

Come to me

Come to me

Come to me

Come to me

Who the fuck is it?

How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to be bothered? Fuck.

Yeah, I know. Calm down.

This Mexican girl is really insisting.

What girl?

Come in.

Carmen, is that you?

Holy Mary!

My God, I can't believe it.

You've got your mother's eyes.

Like burning coals.

They killed her.

Damn those sons of bitches.

My mom told me you were like sisters.

Yes.

Sisters of life and sisters of death.

I wanted to ask you if I could stay here for a night or two?

Of course. Of course, sweetheart.

Can I give you a hug?

Oh, Carmencita.

Carmencita, little girl.

The quiet ones with the manners always have the big pee pees.