Semen, una historia de amor Page #4

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Where are you taking me walkies?

To Moscow?

-l don't believe it!

-All right, Ill move on.

He was only having a pee.

No, it's not that.

Its just that Im surprised

to see you after so many years.

-How are you?

-Im dog sitting, as you can see.

-Would you like a coffee?

-Thanks,

but Im in a hurry, and being out

like this makes me dizzy.

Come on, you mutt.

Before you go... What's

the weather going to be Like today?

How should l know?

Leave the ladies alone.

That's all l need.

lf it rains on my tables,

they'll get spoilt.

You really don't know?

l haven't forecast

the weather for years.

l bet you haven't

lost your touch.

It must be instinctive.

The only one

with instinct is Fido here.

l think it's going to be fine.

Everything looks black to me.

Like stormy black?

Black... just black.

Come on!

Hey, son, take the tables in.

-But l just got them out!

-Do it!

-So you're going out after all?

-Yes.

You were fickle

even as a child.

Thank goodness you've got me.

There they both were.

How could Ariadna do this to me?

Give my son to her sister

like some birthday present.

l had to stop her.

But how?.

What could I do?

I'd go to her

and talk her out of it.

I'd find exactly the right words,

I'd be persuasive, convincing,

rational, restrained...

You stupid!

You're acting so stupid,

you make me sick.

Serafin.

Don't talk to me like that!

l don't get it.

How can you give up the baby?

Don't you realize it's yours?

Its your own flesh and blood.

Where's your maternal instinct?

l don't know.

Maybe l haven't got any.

-How can you say that?

-l don't want children yet.

But l was so happy about it.

And Ive got paternal instinct.

A huge amount of it.

And Ive been with you all this time

and seen the baby

grow inside you.

So what?

What do you mean?

-Doesn't that give me some rights?

-No.

It doesn't and you're going

over the top.

Its my life, my body

and my decision.

You're only in love

with my belly.

But you and your belly are you.

They're the same thing.

Serafin, you're acting

weird, obsessively and...

-What's the matter?

-What do you think?

-What shall we do?

-Go to the hospital.

-The hospital.

-Call a taxi.

A taxi. Help!

Please! Please!

Help! Taxi!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

The maternity ward

at the hospital!

And step on it!

Take it easy, okay?

Hey!

Ari...?

What?

I don't know how

to say this but...

Just a moment.

Wait here. Take her

to the delivery room.

l love you.

We need her details.

Are you the father?

Yes... well, no...

Is that yes or no?

It depends...

lf it depends

then you can't go through.

Oh, God!

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Wrong? Worse than wrong.

Once again life had left me out

at the most important time.

When my son was fighting

to be born.

Alone, deprived of the security

of a father's presence.

Please... I can't breathe.

That was my son.

A wonderful child.

A creature unique to the universe.

Special, matchless...

While other fathers would be able

to enjoy their children,

I had to say goodbye to mine.

No, Serafin,

you'll never be a father.

That's your son

but he's not for you.

You'll be a childless father.

He'll be a fatherless son.

Its late.

You should go home.

Just a little longer.

Go on, you've got the rest

of your life to be with him.

Id have to hide

where no-one would ever find me.

I'd go wherever necessary...

To the ends

of the earth if need be.

Even if it meant being

shut up between four walls,

my son and I would have

all that we needed...

Our love.

With each new day I was astonished

at how much he was like me.

He did all his little things

with clock-like precision.

Just like his father.

That room was our shrine.

But a baby can't be

shut away forever.

Babies need daylight

to synthesize vitamin D.

I mean, what could happen?

A father and son in the park.

Nothing suspicious in that.

Who'd be interested in us?

What a lovely baby.

So nice to see the father

looking after a baby.

-Goochie, goochie.

-Teresa.

That baby

looks hungry.

Isn't he breastfed?

No.

l breastfed mine

till he was 3 years old.

Does he eat well?

Mine doesn't like bottles.

Breastfeeding's best.

But it ties you down.

This way the father can help out.

Isnt he lovely?

-He's never been breastfed?

-No.

And your wife agrees?

My wife died.

The poor thing!

And poor you.

And the poor baby.

Did she die

-giving birth?

-Its a very long story.

She was an angel.

Too good for this world.

She was always laughing,

doing new things...

She was a trapeze artist.

Ive got a photo.

Her name's Ariadna... was Ariadna.

Very pretty.

And the baby looks just like her.

She changed me.

Until l met her l believed everything

could be reduced to probabilities,

percentages.

But she showed me

that some things

can't be measured.

What percentage could express

how much I loved her?

A hundred percent?

Too little. Two hundred?

A thousand? A million?

Ive lost her

and the emptiness is so great...

that it's immeasurable

and nothing can fill it.

What a fool I've been.

It was my fault.

Its not your fault.

I supplied the semen...

I supplied the semen...

You don't understand.

Of course we do.

But that didn't kill her.

It was just bad luck.

l must go and see her...

talk to her.

Look, you have to accept it.

She's dead now.

Her grave.

l have to go to her grave.

He looked up at the sky

and said it'd rain,

and saved all

my new tables and chairs.

Pure coincidence.

Dogs like prawns, don't they?

l want to share this moment

with him. Thanks to him,

l got out of the house again.

Ill bring him some lamb chops.

-He'll lick his paws.

-Fine, fine.

l saw you when l was a kid.

You had curly hair, didn't you?

l did have.

You're more handsome now.

Men get more attractive

as they age, more interesting.

-Do they really?

-Yes.

Friday!

Excuse me a minute.

Go away, Friday, go away!

Hello, Dad.

How are you? Its me.

l know it's you! What are you doing

dressed up like that?

Please, don't talk so loud.

Keep your voice down.

First you disappear then

you turn up looking like that.

Have you done something silly?

-You don't know?

-Know what?

Didn't the police go?

The police?

Have you got

yourself into trouble?

Ill explain later. Now l need you

to do me a favor. Come here.

This is Prospero Hernandez.

He's your grandson.

Hold him.

Look after him for a while.

Careful with his head.

What the...?

Forgive me, forgive me.

Forgive me, Ariadna,

Im begging you.

Serafin!

What are you doing? Get up!

Only if you say forgive me.

I'm a monster,

an utter swine, but I can't

live without you.

Come on, get up.

It can't be that bad.

''Can't be that bad''!

What do you mean?

How can l undo

all the damage Ive done you?

Ive already forgiven you.

What?

I forgive you.

Ive really missed you.

It can't be...

It can't be... as easy as this.

Shut up and kiss me.

-Where are you taking me?

-To heaven.

l still can't believe it.

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