Little Miracles (Pequeños milagros)

The evil in this world chases away the fairies.

They don't want to see the destruction of forests,

mankind's cruelty and selfishness.

That's why it gets harder and harder to see a fairy.

Whenever a child says he doesn't believe in fairies,

one of them dies.

That's why there are so few of them.

LITTLE MIRACLES

They are fantastic beings

who show themselves in the shape of women

and are given magical power

and the gift of foreseeing the future.

Their main mission is

to help make the wishes of others come true.

Mom, it's Rosalia.

Please, call me.

Signs of life in space,

Lola.

Don't get jealous...

But there she is.

It's her again.

I have the same dream every night.

I'm in danger and a fairy godmother saves me.

Do you know

- what that means? - No.

Before being a mother...

Did you dream of it?

Did you dream of having a child?

I don't remember.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm leaving Lola with you.

- Bye. - See you later.

Argentine Institute

for Radio-Astronomy.

Search for extraterrestrial intelligence.

Should we call Harvard?

No, move the antenna.

The signal is the same.

It's an interference.

During the trip,

I talked

about my recent

exciting experiences

in the ballrooms devoted

to tango dancing...

- I'll bring some tea. - I'll help you.

No. Make yourself at home.

You've got a new walking stick.

Do you like it?

It's for when I wear beige.

Two, or have you gained weight?

You have.

How are you doing timewise?

I'd like to try to finish this year.

I have Don Francisco,

but I think I still have time.

Are we going to graduate this year?

It'd be a miracle. Shall we try it?

Shall I open this letter?

No. Later. It must be

the bank statement.

What else?

The electricity bill.

A letter.

Sent by P.P.

It's a love letter.

Read it. Go on.

"My dearest beloved..."

Alejandro Casona: "It's forbidden"

to commit suicide in spring." It must be an older man.

"I don't know what to do with this love."

I did everything I could to get your address.

I lied, I trembled, I feared.

I don't understand why, if you

don't see me, when you look at me,

I feel something I haven't felt for a long time.

So many people see without looking.

You don't see.

But no one's ever looked at me this way.

I have an irrepressible desire

"to hold you in my arms..."

It must be a guy from the ballrooms.

"To explore your body"

as if I were the blindest of men.

Pore by pore,

with my hands...

with my tongue...

"with my breath..."

Come on, don't be afraid.

Go on reading.

"I want to stay in your hills..."

rest in your valleys...

get lost in your forests...

suffocate in your thickets...

taste the forbidden fruit

as long as you assure me that,

"when I'm expelled from Paradise you will come with me."

What a guy!

Isn't it funny how he

mixes geography and sex?

Maps must turn him on.

"If that doesn't happen,"

I'll be glad dancing with you.

For me, your darkness

is my heart's brightest spot.

"I love you, P.P."

He wants to act like a gentleman,

but he is a pig. I like that.

Who could it be?

I'm going dancing on Saturday.

I never go on Saturdays

because men go with their sweethearts.

But I want to try it.

Are you coming with me?

You haven't danced the tango lately.

You must have forgotten how.

Men are asking you to dance.

You don't respond. They look upset.

But how could I...?

Today is Saturday, Rosalia.

The guys from Saturday don't know me.

Let's go to the rest room.

Across the dance floor. I want everybody

to know I am blind.

Your attention, please.

We'll now

start dancing the canyengue tango,

which enlivened Buenos Aires ballrooms

during the 20's.

Charge, my brave ones.

I don't know if it was a good idea.

I'm dancing. I was asked to dance.

And now, a musical interlude.

Pay very close attention, Lola.

There's a behavior that repeats itself.

She appears every morning,

usually between 8:00 and 8:30.

Whereas, in the afternoon, her appearances

are more erratic.

My question is,

where do you think she goes every morning?

Does she go to work?

Does she go to the university?

Who could she be, Lola?

What does your female intuition tell you?

What's going on?

You're notjealous, huh?

She has something

that grabs my attention,

but I don't know...

Yes, I know you were an opera singer

in a past life.

Do not suffer.

There are too many mysteries in life, Lola.

Fairyland is a mysterious world

that lives side by side with our own.

There's access to it,

safe from our noisy and savage times...

To carry out their missions

in the real world

fairies can make themselves invisible to humans.

The world is full of them. They may also

appear in the shapes of humans or animals.

I'm glad you're here.

He's terrible today.

If reading to me bores you, just tell me.

Don't make me waste my time.

I'm sorry. I'm late.

Wait.

Play track 3 of the disc that's in the machine.

Alessandro Marcello.

It's necessary to destroy the purpose of bridges...

To cover the landscape with alien elements...

To straighten by force the curve of the horizon...

And to moan at experiencing the abrupt sound

of the mountains...

Very few people love sceneries that do not exist.

Do you like it?

I don't understand it,

but I'm

moved.

Forgive me.

As smooth as the touch of a mother,

the afternoon sets.

There is no rain yet,

and the sky is like an imperfect smile

and my awareness of being aware of you

is like a prayer

and knowing that you smile

is like a wilted flower on my chest.

May I borrow this book?

I'll bring it back.

Of course. I'm happy

that you are beginning to like Pessoa.

Mom... It's me Rosalia...

Please, call me.

Are you there... mom?

I want you to come over for dinner.

If you don't like my cooking,

we can order a pizza. But call me.