Neruda Page #5

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of the artistic spirits

Who think the world is

something they have imagined.

The flies.

Again, a swarm of flies.

What is it?

The last column of the Red Army?

It's here.

Ordinary little man.

Almost every night,

The president sleeps

like a child.

However, whenever you eat

escargot before bed,

Must dream about Neruda.

Senator!

Let's take another turn.

- Enough, Senator!

- F***.

Here we are, Gabriel

Gonzales of sh*t!

- Pablo.

- Jorge, how are you?

We have a plan to get

you out of Chile.

"Does the Party know?"

- Of course you know.

The Secretary-General agrees.

I'll go.

No, drink something.

- No, thank you.

"Do not you want to eat anything?"

See you tomorrow?

- I do not think so.

- As?

I'm going to ask the

Party to let me go.

- Do not be an idiot, Jara.

- Please...

This escape from the

south seems very risky.

"You're not a country man.

"It was the Party's decision.

But the decision is up to you.

"You accept it or not.

- I already accepted.

Why do not you listen

to what he's saying?

I know what I do with my life.

They're all trapped but me.

You think I'm a king?

What are you waiting for?

- In this case, stay.

- I can 't.

I can not stay, I must run away.

It is that you want

a grand escape.

Is not it?

I will not get into the game

of these f***ing fascists.

I'll be their worst nightmare.

For this, I have to

be a popular giant.

You can not do that.

- I already did.

- You can not do that.

Will you say that you used

this chase as an excuse

To become a saint.

That we were never repressed.

That we like to live and suffer.

But they're really killing us.

See, I ask you to be a

little more humble.

Good luck on your trip.

"What's the matter with you?"

- As well?

Do you know what to do with your life?

Delia, please.

- People will notice.

"Realize what?"

That the artist here is me.

- No, the artist is me!

- It's me.

- The artist here is me!

"You are nothing, Pablo.

What's the story

of being a giant?

It is what it is for me to be.

- You do not know?

- Please, Pablo.

If you do not like it,

walk out that door.

No one is chasing you.

What's the matter with you?

You choke me, do not

give me a cent.

Look at me.

I was a prince, you made

me turn this around.

Of course I'm leaving.

Without life, I'm leaving.

When you arrest me, I tell you

that you want to be president.

They will hunt him down and kill him.

She's going to be happy.

Then I'll hit a river.

You can kill yourself.

You can kill yourself if you want.

That's how I write 20

more years about you.

- Antonio Ruiz Lagorreta.

- Ornit soon.

Ant, I thought I was

going to die with you.

You gave me everything.

Without you, I would be nothing.

Neither Communist.

What?

If it goes well, if I survive...

Let's start separating.

I do not worry about staying,

but I think about you.

Writing saddens you.

You bury your head in the hands...

It's lovely to be with you.

It's like living in a

leafy neighborhood.

Ant...

The little ant does

not know what to do.

Think of the strength of your arm

and the clarity of your brain.

And realizes that he will

live another 40 years.

For a minute you

only see red horses.

Excuse?

- You may come in.

- Thank you.

Are you walking?

- No.

- What is it?

It is an arrest warrant issued

by the Chilean National Police.

- No, but...

- No.

- No.

- No.

I am a person who dies

but is not arrested.

Where is he?

- It's not here.

- At where?

You do not understand it, do you?

- You do not understand anything.

- What?

In this fiction, we all revolve

around the protagonist.

- As?

- Books, for example.

This one...

That you were reading.

THE ANGEL DARK:

There is a pursuer, a fugitive,

One principal and one secondary.

No, but I...

I'm no secondary character.

Why do you think he

did not kill you?

Why can not you kill me?

Could. Practice

shooting every day.

No, you can not.

Do not you?

Not, of course. He wants you

to chase him south. You go?

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

Hit you?

No, he asked me to

give you this message.

If you want, I can kill you.

I could not do that.

Of course I can.

- No.

- Yes.

- No!

- Of course yes.

He wrote that a long time ago.

Have you ever seen

a bored prisoner?

In your head, you are writing

a fascinating novel.

He created you, the Trojan policeman.

He created me, the absurd woman.

He wrote to himself.

The depraved fugitive.

What you're saying

is modern nonsense,

A golden lamb.

Do not you like the

way he writes?

Like.

Do you think he only

thinks of land and love?

Do not.

He thinks of naked women, of

detectives pursuing him...

He created you

thinking of yourself.

You, in your house,

reading his poems.

You, in front of the mirror.

He created you

watching our feast,

Immersed in our music.

Closed in a car,

with empty eyes.

A dog at night,

A bird during the day.

It created you spying, waiting.

He created you imprisoned,

a furious spy.

Listening to things

you'll never understand.

Depreciating ideas and words.

One hundred meters from life.

Powerless.

Freile.

He created you as the guardian

of an imaginary frontier.

He thinks of you

thinking of himself.

All the detectives are in love.

In all the detective

novels there are beds.

Right.

He writes well.

He created me.

But I...

I've held you.

And in this hug, I'm going

to take him to jail.

I'll make him sleep

and watch him dream.

And I'm going to end up

sitting on his chest.

Then you will chase after him.

You will chase after him and arrest him.

Or it will not enter

the history of men.

Am I a fiction?

Yes.

"And you, is it a fiction?"

- No.

I am real. And I am eternal.

Excuse.

Secondary character?

I?

Do not. No, sir.

Because I'll get you.

I hope you're right.

Stop the car.

- The boss is coming.

- Thank you, Manuel.

"Do you know him?"

- Yes.

He is my patron, the

owner of this land.

We're going to have to walk on foot.

Does he know everything?

You can call the police.

When do we go horseback riding?

Not yet.

I would eat a whole pig.

Good afternoon, Don Ricardo.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

This is Antonio.

How are you, sir?

Good afternoon.

Yes sir?

I want to know if you could

welcome me to your house?

Not to mention the patron, of course.

"Did you kill anyone?"

- No.

Yes. Writing.

I'm always writing.

For many years Neruda has

eaten this same burnt land.

You must like this bed.

She would sleep happily

there, hugging her daughter.

Right now, I just

want you to hold me.

- Sir.

- Good afternoon.

- Are you lost?

- No.

Did not finish

Do you know where I can...?

Look.

Seeing the bike for you.

Last generation vehicle.

From Germany.

I'll take you to the

boss, he's got gas.

I do not need gasoline.

I need a horse.

Two horses.

I'm stalking a very

dangerous criminal.

"And the bike, can I sell it?"

- Of course.

Of course. As long as they come with me.

This can be very exciting.

Hello? President?

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