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Oh, Saint Sebastian.

You bring out

such low passions.

To think you're a saint.

Morning, sir!

Sir?

Mr. Rey?

Something stinks.

Like old sex.

Morning, Sebastian.

How unlike him

to leave early.

Mr. Antonio Suarez?

Mr. Antonio Suarez?

GAY PARADE:

IN MEXICO:

We thought

you'd bury us all.

Check mate!

Life is cruel.

What do you mean?

I may know someone

who can do something.

REY WANTS TO TALK

TO YOU:

WANT TO MEET HIM?

ACCEPT OR DECLINE

CHATTING WITH REY

- Hello.

- Hi, how are you?

I like your photos.

Thank you.

What brings you

to this chat room?

I want to meet people.

I'm so stupid.

I should've said sex.

I must've scared him off.

You look nice.

No, no, no!

Surely everyone

tells him that.

Would you like to come

to my house ?

What do I say?

What you doing, Antonio?

Hold on,

I got a good bite.

Glued to a chat, as always.

Sure, I'd love to!

- You're going?

- You think I'd miss it?

We'll have a great time.

I'll treat you like a king!

Look at him.

Oh, boy.

We could propose

a threesome, right?

Yeah, right!

This one is mine!

I know we will.

Give me your address

and I'll head out.

Look!

He gave me his address!

I know where it is!

It's a joke.

He must be stocky,

hairy and bald...

...and that photo is fake

or it's dangerous.

You're just jealous

you don't have any action.

I'm on my way now!

See you in half an hour.

Okay, buddy, I'm off!

I'll tell you about it

tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Be careful!

Don't stay up to late!

Good start.

Who is it?

Hey, I'm Antonio!

We met...

- Hi.

- Antonio.

You're cuter

than I imagined.

- You are...

- Hey, none of that.

Come on in.

That's it, handsome.

'Hey. Tono!

- What's up?

Why'd you leave school

just like that?

What about your classes?

I only came to do an exam.

Hey, why all the mystery?

You said you'd tell me

about the chat guy.

Later, okay?

Hey!

He hit you!

It was nothing.

But he hit you?

Treat me to coffee,

why don't you?

It's nothing serious...

...but that bastard

went too far.

I told you it was

too good to be true.

It was true.

He was so hot...

-...but very crazy.

- A punch is nothing...

...but having sex

without a condom...

I couldn't do anything.

I got to his place...

...and he started saying

such beautiful things.

He gave me martinis

or something...

...and before I knew it,

it was all over.

He made me bleed.

That bastard

really hurt me.

Man, what can I say?

Go to the police

and say you were raped?

No, I just want time

to pass by and forget it.

I promise I'll never leave

with a stranger again.

That's what they all say.

As soon as they forget...

Don't be a pain!

You've done it too.

Yes, but I've never

gotten hurt.

Will you get

a blood test again?

Yeah, but you know

how this is.

I have to wait three months

to get an accurate result.

HIV-AIDS

POSITIVE:

He infected me.

That son of a b*tch

infected me.

I'm sorry, I'll give you

some forms to fill out...

...and you can begin

treatment immediately.

What will you do?

Nothing.

- I can't kill myself.

- No, of course not!

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

It wouldn't help anyway.

I'm just trying

to make you feel better.

I'm your friend.

I don't want you to...

I know, I know.

I don't need anyone's pity.

I don't feel pity for you!

We'll talk later.

Hi.

Do I know you?

No.

There will come a day

in which humanity...

...will have withered

like a flower...

...and the old sun

in outer space...

will only be charcoal.

There will come a day

in which the cold world...

...will be a morbid silence.

A great shadow

will surround the sphere...

...where there won't be

any more springs.

The dead Earth,

like a blind eye...

...will always keep blinking,

but in the dark...

...alone, in silence,

without a prayer...

...lonely, with its

favorite creatures...

asleep and tired

in its bosom.

A mother who marches

with the poison...

...of her dead children

within her.

Not one city stands.

Ruins and debris will be

held over one's shoulders.

From up above,

the mountain is black...

...and will be seen

with a withered expression.

Won't the sea be

but a hard block of ice?

And so, anguished

with its hardness...

...alone it will dream

of its ships and waves.

It will spend years

looking for a boat...

...that will ripple

its surface.

And there,

where it meets land...

...it'll dream of a beach

under the moonlight...

...and it will only be

but that wish...

...for the moon will be

another mausoleum.

In vain, it'll try to move

to swallow man and rocks...

...or hear the unnerving

scream of a shipwreck.

Nothing will be left.

From pole to pole...

...In one blow,

the wind will sweep it all.

Voluptuous housings

and miserable shacks...

...dark caves and

refined cathedrals.

Blacks, yellows and browns.

Whites and half-bloods.

They will meet underground

and ask forgiveness...

...for all their wars.

And holding hands...

...they'll go around

the Earth once...

...and they will cry

an echo of lament...

...for so much

unnecessary suffering.

The Earth was a garden

full of roses and cities...

some next to rivers,

others near forests.

Between them,

fine rails were placed...

...that were supposed

to represent hope.

The country flourished.

Everything was merry

and fresh as a meadow.

Instead of understanding...

...that we were fighting,

brother against brother...

...women were slandering

each other...

...and entrepreneurs

were populating the world.

We were all against

he who was good...

...we soiled him

and filled him with poison.

Now, white bones,

we surround the Earth...

...and humanity's ame,

at its feet...

...has finally gone out.

Listen to that song.

It says something real.

The time most people

invest idealizing the past...

...hoping for it to return...

...wastes their lives.

Or it returns and they see

it isn't what they expected.

People are never happy

with what they have.

They always want

things to change.

Penelope.

Everyone is in their

own little world.

They wait and wait,

hopeful...

Penelope. I can't

understand the name.

What would be

her nickname?

Pene?

It's a beautiful name.

It's an old story.

But it is very true.

It is, listen.

You're so sensitive.

You're like those women

who watch soap operas.

"Oh, the poor leading lady!"

Who knew?

When my boyfriend and I

listen to this song...

- We like it a lot.

- Really?

Yes, when my boyfriend

and I listen to it...

-...it turns us on.

- What boyfriend?

My boyfriend!

What did you think?

Nothing, just forget it.

That's him.

Excuse me,

can I bum a smoke?

I've been craving one

for several blocks...

...but no one was selling.

Thanks.

Just my brand!

Sorry, I'd quit smoking.

This f***ing anti-smoking law.

You can't smoke anywhere.

You have really pretty eyes.

How much for the smoke?

Thanks.

Just one question.

I'm a photographer.

What do you think

of this photo?

Would you mind

telling me who took it?

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