Little Miracles Page #2

one night with closed eyes,

your voice, your voice.

It breaks my heart.

For although you cry,

you sing by my side

and I am all alone.

Can you see me?

See you?

I don't know.

Suddenly, I thought of a miracle.

Come closer.

Don't be afraid.

I want to make a confession.

As I couldn't see you and you

wouldn't dare tell me what you are like,

a love has grown

inside me

so great and immeasurable

that it hurts.

If you don't know what I'm like,

how can you love me?

You don't even know the color of my hair,

or how tall I am.

With no definite shapes...

with no limits...

and without waiting for any reward

this love has been growing

with no boundaries

and it has become a red-hot ember

inside of me...

and it hurts...

This love

has become the only love.

Do you understand?

And this is a love

that only Christ could have felt.

I am only a poor man

who exaggerates his shadows.

Why is God so good to me, Rosalia?

Good?

If I were able to see,

I'd be distracted by shapes

and colors.

Things would be only one way,

the way I'd see them.

But like this,

by not seeing what is outside,

I can only see what is inside, Rosalia.

You can't see the color of my hair,

but you can see inside my soul?

Do you know I'm a fairy godmother?

I never doubted it.

I don't want you to suffer.

I am 5 feet tall.

I'm small,

I have brown hair...

dark eyes

and a funny-looking face.

I'm dark-skinned.

No man would ever find me attractive.

I came to this world on a mission,

and ended up trapped here.

I have to find the way to return...

How much?

You shouldn't have listened to me.

I am not ready for this exam.

We should have waited a little bit longer.

Calm down. Everything is going

to be all right. I know it.

Only a miracle will make me pass...

Susana Fuentes.

The balls are scattered

all over the place...

Our notes are all mixed up...

If you believe in fate,

maybe you'll understand what happened.

In my 40-year career,

nothing like this has ever happened to me.

If you decided to study,

you didn't do it

to please your parents...

So talk to us about whatever aspect

of Criminal Law you like.

Very well. I am going to talk about

crimes against sexual honor.

In point number one we'll see...

honor as a value in criminal law.

I would like you to talk to us about...

Do you want to ask her anything?

Let's give her a passing grade.

Nature calls.

What a strange day.

Congratulations, Doctor of Law.

Thank you.

Thanks for your help, Rosalia.

Oh, I'm so happy.

You know,

the best things in my

life started to happen

after I became blind.

Life is very strange, isn't it?

The other day, a man offered

to help me cross the street.

It was a voice that came

from about 3 feet off the ground.

A midget?

No. A midget crossed my path once,

but this one wasn't a midget.

This one took my hand and placed it

on top of something metallic.

A wheelchair.

I crossed the street holding

onto his wheelchair.

God is good to me for allowing me

to enjoy these acts of kindness.

People are good, it's just that

they don't have the chance to show it.

Maybe that's my mission in life...

to make people discover how much

they can love another human being.

I know that after being kind to me,

they feel better...

Closer to God.

Rosalia, Rosalia, you are...

so kind to me,

and I love you so much...

Mom?

Coming...

Who are we mourning today?

It's incense from India. Don't you like it?

Is that all right? I can fix you an egg...

It's not bad.

You've learned something.

What are you eating?

You go straight for the dessert, right?

Strawberries with honey. As a child,

I used to say this was the meal of fairies.

What are you doing now?

Are you still working in the supermarket?

Yes. I also read to blind people.

Read to blind people?

Is that a job? Reading to people?

Do they pay you well?

Nothing. I'm a volunteer.

Volunteer...

Of course, because you're

rolling in dough...

You're just like your old man.

I saw Aunt Cata yesterday.

Your father phoned her.

He's living in a village.

He must've found some other foolish woman.

It seems the bastard has a kid.

What's so funny?

Nothing.

I'm just glad he's okay.

You sure are crazy.

I hope it's taught you a lesson.

You know what to expect from men.

Enjoy them.

Don't let yourself be fooled.

They get you pregnant,

have a good laugh,

and then they leave,

and from then on you're

the slave of your child.

They keep on having fun

and you're stuck with the kid.

Mom, I have something to tell you.

Your daughter's a fairy.

Ask for a wish. I'll make it come true.

I may be able to repay you

for all the trouble I've caused you.

Mr. Bermudez, please?

His daughter.

Hello, Bermudez?

Do you remember me, you bastard?

You abandoned me when I was 8 years old.

Hello. Dad.

It's Rosalia. Your daughter.

No, I'm not calling you to fight.

I just wanted you to take me out

for some ice cream.

Dad.

There are times and places

where the two worlds meet.

There are doors

to that magical world.

Between the earth and the sea.

Between one place and another.

Between two blinks of an eye.

- Shall we take some cold milk?

- Fine.

Another letter from P.P.

Read it to me after tea.

Rosalia, tell me...

When the fairy saves you,

does she always say the same thing?

I don't know. I can't hear what she says.

And what's that about a song?

When I awake I sing a song

I never learned in a language I don't know.

Could you sing it now?

No. I can only sing it at that moment.

Are you sure you're awake when you sing it?

Do you mean

that I think I'm awake

but I'm really still dreaming?

Did you ever sleepwalk?

Yes.

When I was a little girl.

But my mom cured me

by slapping me when I was sleepwalking

in the house and mumbling things

that no one understood.

How do you know when you're really awake?

How do I know if I'm talking to you,

or I'm dreaming it?

Do you have to go pee?

Yes, a little bit...

Then it's not a dream.

I'm intrigued by that stuff about the song.

I'm going to lend you my tape recorder.

Remind yourself

that you must be sure to turn it on.

Carola Jalife, 717-1211-

There's something that

fairies cannot stop doing.

Dancing.

Fairies who live in groups

wear green.

Sometimes, they wear a red cap

with a green feather.

Lone fairies always

wear red.

Maybe I'm not alone here.

Maybe there are other fairies.

I'm stupid and vain.

How could I be the only one?

But would they know?

Did you study languages?

But you must've learned a song...

in English maybe?

No. Why?

What you were singing sounded like.

English to me.

So I called a friend

who is a language teacher

and knows a lot...

And well... it's not English.

What is it then?

It could be a Celtic dialect.

She's going to check it out,

but she thinks it could be a language

that was spoken in Ireland

hundreds of years ago.

Now tell me where you learned that!

Thank you very much, dancers.

And now, a musical interlude.

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