Cuento de Primavera: A Spring Tale

"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life,

we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come".

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

A SPRING TALE

(Reggaeton style music, singing in foreign language)

(Reggaeton style music, singing in foreign language - in-audible)

Lord, it is not for vice or fornication, but rather to birth a child at your service.

Can we meet on the weekend?

In principle, yes.

In principle?

I can, but I don't want to. Give me a moment to come up with an excuse.

Did you already find another girl?

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know... - Oh, don't worry. It's ok.

Are you new?

Yeah.

No. Better with the hand, I just...

Ok.

Sorry, I can't hold on any longer.

Come in.

Are you alright?

No.

I'm not very good comforting people,

but try not to be sad.

Crying doesn't fix anything.

You'll never see me crying.

Look...

You can't avoid the bird of sadness flying above your head,

but you can prevent it from staying there.

You are right.

Aren't I?

You aren't good at this.

Farah.

Belisa.

Wait.

Well, let's have a drink.

So, a dancer.

I thought you were... You know.

- As all the girls here are. - No.

I told them I was incapable of sleeping with anyone.

Honestly, it's the best thing you can do.

Look, when I first got here, the first thing all guys did was check out my breasts.

They made me feel uncomfortable.

Yeah, but you also look at them.

But I'm more discrete.

But you do.

I do.

Specially the butt, which is what I like most.

Belisaaaa...

Will you leave me alone?

Why are you like that?

Sometimes sweet, others cold... I can't understand you.

Come with me, we're gonna have a good time.

And what's in there for me?

Being with me, which is the best thing you can do.

All girls say so.

Is that what the girls you paid for tell you?

I love you.

Thanks.

I really love you.

Thanks a lot then.

Belisa, I adore you.

I understand that place wasn't meant for you,

it was the boys, not me, really.

Give me your number, we can meet up and...

Hey, leave me alone.

I've already told you 601273262 times.

Don't you worry about the first idiot that you see.

With some people, you can tell at a glance that their parents fucked reluctantly.

By the way, what did he mean by saying that thing of that place?

You look speechless.

May I ask what...?

No, you can't.

I've got her number! I've got her number! I've got her number!

I've heard that you've performed really well tonight.

It seems so.

Are you sure you don't want more money?

No, thanks. It's enough.

You're gonna grow your hymen back by the next time you fuck.

Dork.

What?

Nothing. Where are my keys?

Oh, 114.

- Thanks. - Done.

Sleep well, tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a day.

What's your name?

What do you care.

I know your name.

Your name is...

Farah.

Who told you?

Tonight you'll see me in your dreams.

Where that accent comes from?

It sounds familiar.

But.

I'm hiding my accent.

I have an ear for that as well.

It's foreign.

Obviously.

Truth be told, my language is English,

but I can speak Spanish to a certain degree.

I understand it very well though.

You can speak in English if you want.

Do you speak English?

No, but I understand it.

You like them?

Not really.

I don't know, it seems like the artist tries

to evoke the past as something better.

He really likes himself.

I don't believe he'll succeed.

Who are you?

"I'm the artist for all this".

I mean what's your name.

Icaro.

Icaro?

I love that name.

But I prefer it in Spanish, it sounds better.

Ícaro.

Icaro.

No, no. With an accent on the i.

Í... ca... ro.

Í... caro.

Very good.

More or less.

Hi.

Nice to see you around here.

Me too.

I see that you've met Ícaro.

Yeah, he was demonstrating the passion with which he does his work.

The passion.

But you know what is the real passion of art?

You don't, do you? Let me tell you.

The art represents

the inside of us that we carry within ourselves.

There ain't nothing external, it's just a soul extension.

And it only exists

a moment.

And it's

now.

Yeah, whatever da Vinci.

What do you think?

He seems interesting.

No, he is not.

But he's had an interesting life.

I'm back.

Or so he says.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

Does he know? That you are...

Boyfriend?

No, no. He's a friend so to speak.

It's just that there's more intimacy between us than in lots of other couples.

Hey, will you come with us to collect some photos?

No, thanks.

Don't tell me that you'll rather stay and see this shit.

It's not that.

I promised Michael that I would rehearse for a new dance for tonight.

Don't worry about that.

I think Michael will be very busy with the 601273262 reasons that I gave Conrado yesterday.

Let's go.

Ok.

Who is there?

I know, stupid.

Yes.

It's in the usual locker.

You can take off that tacky t-shirt you're wearing.

In addition,

with the shirt you look much better.

Now?

Will Belisa be there?

No, don't worry.

Thanks for the invitation.

Besides, I'm busy right now.

Agreed.

Ok.

Hugs.

Lailah?

Here you are.

I love them.

You look so sexy.

I know.

Oh, excuse me honey. I was on the phone.

You already met Ícaro.

Yes.

This is Farah.

Nice to meet you.

I see

light and shadow within you.

Your face is the result of two incompatibilities.

Happy smile, scared eyes.

I don't...

If you really want to know what someone is saying, look at them.

Don't listen them.

Don't worry, it's just a joke.

Do you belong to any religion?

Ah... well... I don't know...

At your age, I was happy being a believer. Now, I've turned to narcissism.

The first 30 years of childhood are really difficult.

We just came to see if you could take more photos for my book.

Sexier.

Done.