Aballay, el hombre sin miedo Page #2

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Now we'll have this one.

This is the real ceremony.

Dead One!

Let her go!

Oh, we have a guest.

What's wrong with you?

You fallen in love with her?

I'll show you

who's mounting this mare!

Afucking gaucho roulette!

Musicians...

We need some music!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where are you? I'll find you...

Where is he? Maybe here,

maybe there...

I don't know, but I'll find you.

I'll find you.

Where are you?

Where's the big city guy!

Where are you?

Where are you?!

Let's see...

Go, go!

The Dead One's responsible,

Godfather.

Do you think he'll be OK?

He's hurt. If you don't

take care of him, he'll be blind.

F***! Sh*t!

I'm sorry I got you involved

in this, Godfather.

Dear, you know I curse just because.

But if in a case like this

you don't ask me for help,

I won't talk to you again.

You understand, "Negro"?

We must run away from here.

I'll go get Pastrana.

Take this. Just in case.

Tell The Pauper to be careful.

That's a package

stolen from the Dead One.

I'm blind.

I can't see.

Of course, you really hurt your eyes.

Don't touch the bandage.

Be patient.

You'll be able to see again.

Who are you?

Antonio like your uncle,

the one that's wicked? No.

Mariano.

No, the female version is better.

I like "Mariana".

How about Silvan? Or Jos?

Jos, like Virgin Mary's husband.

Aballay!

What's wrong with you, Aballay?

Are those bags too heavy for you?

Why don't you give them to me?

Come here, girl. You're pretty.

Get down here!

You want to pray?

Pray, you a**hole!

Aballay, what shall

we do with them?

Do you believe in God?

Tell him the Dead One sends his regards.

Come here!

Kill him, Dead One!

You son of a b*tch!

Son of a b*tch!

Take this!

Take this!

After me, somebody

more powerful will come.

I'm not worthy

to untie His sandals.

When He comes, deserts will

open up and lilies will bloom.

Meanwhile, let's celebrate the Virgin

with the words of the prophet.

Praise the Lord! It is possible

to wash away your sins...

...and the pain caused by them.

But nothing is possible

without a sacrifice.

Simeon the Elder,

the first stylite,

redeemed his sins

and withdrew from the Earth

where he had sinned

by staying on pillars in the desert

and never coming down,

so that he could be closer to God.

He would endure freezing weather

and the boiling sun, night and day.

After spending decades on a pillar,

the Lord, who knew

about his sacrifices, said:

"This is a fearless man,

deaf to the debauchery of the winds,

whose body feeds from Heaven's bread

and Heaven's wine. "

Rejoice, since he who

approaches God and is remorseful

will receive God's mercy

and be forgiven,

like those brave stylites.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

I was born in your valleys,

I'm made of stone and sand.

I was born in the woods,

I was raised in stony ground.

And calandra larks and thrushes

used to sing to me.

I was born in your valleys,

I'm made of stone and sand.

And calandra larks and

thrushes used to sing to me.

And calandra larks and

thrushes used to sing to me.

I'll see those birds again.

Father, I'd like to know

about the saints you talked about.

I said that they lived in sanctity.

They were anachorets, or hermits.

Didn't you say something else?

Something else?

Stylites, maybe?

It's the same.

Stylites were a special

type of anachorets.

Anachorets were solitary people.

They would willingly withdraw

from other people.

They would inhabit caves

or live on a mountain top.

What for?

To serve God in their own way.

You said they were on top of...

On top of pillars or columns.

Those were stylites.

And there they stayed...

through cold or hot weather,

whether they were sick or hungry...

How long?

For eternity! Simeon the Elder

spent almost 37 years like that.

Simeon the Younger, 70 years.

So, what do you think now

of their sacrifice?

Could you imagine such a thing?

And how did they eat?

Uncomfortably. Bugs, mice...

Sometimes sad people or believers

would go on a pilgrimage

to ask them

to ask God to help them.

You said they used to...

Show repentance and meditate.

Why did they show repentance?

To relieve the pain

caused by their sins.

Stylites would stay on pillars

to get closer to Heaven

and to withdraw from the Earth,

since that was where they had sinned.

Will you bear with me, brother?

Will you bear with me?

It's forever.

Are you always on a horse?

Always.

Do you sleep on it as well?

I do.

So you're The Pauper.

People pray to you.

That's just a belief.

I'm just riding my horse.

And why don't you get off it?

What's the matter, my friend?

There are still people

I have to kill.

And that's terrible.

What comes afterwards...

...is even worse.

My wife has returned.

Thank you so much, friend!

Where's the city guy?

The Earth has eaten him...

Didn't even spit his heart!

Did you miss your daddy?

Won't you give him a kiss?

Come on, kiss your daddy!

Kiss your daddy, kiss your daddy!

Come on, kiss him!

Where's that handsome boy?

You've stolen him from me,

so you'll give him back to me.

Understand?

There he is!

Get him! Don't let him escape!

Get him!

Oh, Saint who performs miracles.

I know I shouldnt bother you.

You look after the Dead and the Living.

But Pauper, please,

I have no one else to turn to.

I'm calling out for you, asking you

to work a miracle and help him stay alive.

Afinal miracle that

finds him safe from harm.

Pretty boy!

Don't you want some meat?

City guy!

Don't worry if you have loose teeth,

the meat's already been chewed!

Dead One!

I brought you a present.

Is that Aballay?

Let Juana go,

and the Saint is yours.

Aballay is the Saint?

What a surprise!

Vargas!

Drop your gun! And the man!

I'm getting nervous.

You stinking city boy!

What is it, Julin?

I'm leaving.

You're leaving?

- I thought...

- I have to go.

I know.

It's because of the Dead One.

It's because I've been with him,

that son of a b*tch...

I'm dirty...

- It's that.

- No, you're not.

It's me.

I'm poisoned.

I've spent my whole life thinking of

avenging my father's death.

But you've killed all of them.

Not all of them.

The worst one is alive.

Who?

The Pauper.

The Pauper?

What are you saying, Julian?

The Pauper saved your life.

He is a saint, Julian.

You can't kill a saint.

You can't, Julian!

Don't do it.

Stay with me.

Get down!

No. You know I can't get down.

I had to do it.

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