- Here we are, three musketeers.
- Do you miss us?
- Luis Bu ± uel.
- This is Louie this term. More beautiful, isn't that right? </ P>
- Published? </ P>
- I signed it for you. </ P>
-And he will never succeed without your supportive comments.
-He marginalized his education poorly companies in nightclubs are bad.
My parents are very happy Thank you, sir, thank you very much.
- Soul of the west wind
- Just say what you want to say, Louie. - What?
I'm reading a fun time all the butterflies and passion...
Oh look! This is God!
Just a little... reliable. </ P>
- I'm reliable. </ P>
- Kamu tahu apa maksudku.
- You think it's bad.
- No, not the writing. The writing bleeds well.
This is the problem.
What did Federico Garcφa Lorca feel about all these bloody butterflies?
What made him angry?
What changed it?
Oh come on. Don't be rude like that. </ P>
I'm trying to be constructive here. </ P>
... Another flag between his legs...
... and waving the flag...
... it's a victory...
- Holding all this brilliance is not neighboring, you know?
Name?
- Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalφ Domenech.
- Learning?
- Fine arts.
- Clear. </ P>
Interests? </ P>
Afiliasi?
- Only chest, anarchy and genius development.
- who is genius?
- Alone.
- Bravo. </ p >
- Luis Bu ± uel.
- Nice to make your acquaintance.
Forgive me for a moment.
Personal appearance at number seven! </ p >
Where is everyone? Come on!
This is here... Sergio.
Pechuga. Like that?
Ah, look! Strategically placed a copy of Freud.
Very good, very good, my friend.
That's Federico, resident poet.
- Garcφa Lorca.
He's famous. - Really?
I wonder if he knows.
Come on, come on, tell him. Federico!
My new discovery. Salvador, may I introduce you to the resident poet,
other self-titled drama writers and geniuses, Federico Garcφa Lorca.
- We've met.
You're a cubist.
- No. </ P>
- This is cubism. </ P>
You will be something else? </ P>
I compiled a magazine. </ P>
Will you let we have this for the cover?
She's beautiful.
- She's dead.
- Federico, where have you been?
- Did you meet Paco?
- A few hours ago. - What have you done?
- Trying to find a subject.
Louie thinks I'm dangerous being bourgeois. </ P>
- Well, you've read poetry, apparently. What do you think? </ P>
- I like them.
- Of course you like them, all like them.
I just think you should write about something modern. Something political or...
... Beheadings of rotten priests at Zaragoza or...
Come on!
- Eiffel Tower. - Sex!
- Airplanes. - Anything! < br /> Everything! Nothing!
- Recent acquisitions?
- Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalφ Domenech.
- Interesting
- New, but shows a caring promise.
This is Adella.
Federico the Famous, where is the drink?
- Federico!
- Your hair!
- It's gone. - This is amazing.
I was very shocking, apparently, because I grandpa refused to let me at home.
- That's right. I won't.
- I miss you.
Holidays are very bad! There is no one here, nothing to regret!
I read 80 books!
- 80?
- 40.
10, actually.
- I miss you too.
This is Salvador.
He just arrived. He's a painter, that's very good. </ P>
- Well, we're not lucky to have you. </ P>
- Champagne! </ P>
- You all live like kings!
- Of course, you don't suggest we live like students.
Magdalena is a writer.
- On campus woman.
- What did you write? - I didn't tell you, right?
I got an apartment!
- How would you get people your parents agree with that?
- By not telling them.
All lies are complicated tricks.
Does anyone have a match?
- Spain rot from within.
Monarchy destined for our collision and bruising < br /> religious culture
- Something must be given... Look at Russian!
- Look at Paris!
Dance, dove me. - I think you will never ask. </ P>
- Manuel de Torre. </ P>
Great artists from people * idiots *. </ P>
Ever been told by a singer
You have a voice
You know the style
But you will never win in your art
Because you don't have... < br /> & apos; Duende. & apos;
Passion, at the end of life and death.
Wherever in the world, death comes and they draw curtain.
But not in Spain.
In Spain... They opened it.
- And I told you this.
There is no beginning and we don't tremble.
We are not sentimental.
Like an angry wind , we tear the cloth clouds and prayer.
And we form an epic spectacle.
Disasters, fire, and decay.
- Ideal, ideal, ideal. - Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge!
Chest! Now, that's what I call poetry.
- Yes, you know when I take the exam for our art college...
... I worked for three days on the picture and then I deleted it.
And I have one time hours to do it right imagine - one hour...
... and I gave it to our professor...
... and they said "This painting.... "...
..." This painting, Salvador, is "...
- No, no... don't worry.
- They told me, this painting...
"That's perfect."
- Whose idea is this? </ P>
Owned by Federico. - No. He is your invention. </ P>
- Faggot! </ P>
Hide better! They come to get you! </ P>
They have to be more careful
Children start the gang, do you know?
Will clear everything!
- Thinking of joining them?
p>
- I prefer to see marricones Locked.
He will freeze.
I can't stay here any longer, Federico. </ p >
Can't breathe.
- I think you want to be an entomologist.
- That's the last term.
- And what about boxing?
- I always diligent about Paris.
- All right...
I don't speak French.
- I'll buy you a book.
- I can't leave Spain, Louie.
- Why not?
- I hate new shoes.
When I was little, on Vega... In the south...
There is a problem in a village near our house
There's always something.
But the next thing we heard... The Civil Guard...
... has killed them all. </ P>
The whole village. </ P>
And I remember this cart, full of bodies...
Everyone is organized...
... feet close together.
Shiny shoes.
As if they're resting.
And sometimes, when I think about it...
... as if everything is around me , everyone...
... and buildings...
... and animals...
They are like pieces of cotton. </ P>
And they just drift away. </ P>
And myself. </ P>
And that's...
... when I hear it...
Death.
Breathing behind the wall.
Death, rise from my heart new shoes. </ p >
And there's nothing left... except grass and gray sky.
Now tell me, Louie...
... is it is French thought?
- This damn country! I say to you, Federico, break my heart.
- I know.
This is why you have to come with me. We have become free to make a difference to the world.
- What difference will you make in a free country?
The difference needs to be made here.
- Sensational. - Amazing.
- The girls will go crazy. </ p >
- I hope so.
- You don't do any sports, right?
I run a lot of things. Track, boxing...
Fence?
- Don't stretch a lot, I'm afraid.
But, listen...
I'm part of this underground movement , might be of interest to you - ultraism.
We remain low profile, don't want information to go wrong.
Now come or we'll miss him ! - Where are we going?
- Puppet shows. - Non-senzac puppet shows.
- They complain to me about democracy...
Silly.
Everyone in this city lives in perfect freedom. </ P>
Every man and woman. </ P>
Even though...
Of course...
Women are also free, but few different ways.
Look at the farmers.
Why, I cut my own legs to have half as free as the peasants.
Imagine, if the harvest is good...
... they are free to give up more than half of it cut for taxes...
If the harvest is bad, why, they and they family is completely free...
... starving to death.
Holy Mother, forgive me, I have sinned. I have dirty thoughts.
Help me to resist temptation.
So, once again - forget the rules!
There is no knowledge for art. Feel the picture!
Interpret... Interpret and then draw exactly what you see. </ P>
Look at your soul... See what you feel... Express... Express...
Mr. Dalφ! Mr. Dalφ!
So... They won't publish me.
They won't publish me except I got male penname.
I said to them, "I have a name for you..."
"Pope bloody Joan"
They are very sorry, very embarrassed...
"Miss Merra, if it is up to us, we will hire you are in place, but public universities,
to make women write and think about politics... because of course...
I have to be home, cook for me 9 fat children and my husband who impotent.
Very frustrating, Federico.
- You can use my name, as a penname.
If that helps. </ p >
That may be anyone's best offer tends to make me, but...
... I refuse to give up on bullying.
I will send 20 letter a week, I will come to their office...
- Really... - You forget your hat. - And that's another thing....
I hate hats! - Listen...
You don't need a hat.
Come on. Let's finish
- Isn't that Salvador?
Salvador!
Can I see it?
- This is an experiment in perception. - I see.
- It's interesting.
- It's yours.
- No no No. I can't. </ P>
- No, please. I insist. </ P>
- Thank you. </ P>
- I'll... I will frame it. </ P>
- So where did you go? </ P>
Federico was very good at agreeing enjoying a night of boring music and a terrible company.
My aunt gave one of her legs boring dinner party. You have to come!
- No yes! It's important for my aunt to know people like Salvador.
You can show him your picture. - But you say it yourself, it will be very boring...
We don't want to submit to poor Salvador. - No, no, I...
... With pleasure. - You see? He wants to come!
- Magdalena.
What have you done to your hair ?
- These are my friends, I'll go my nose powder...
- Federico Garcφa Lorca.
- I'm glad you can come. - You are very kind to invite me.
-There are some very interesting people for you to meet.
-Fernadno de Gavalle and, of course, you must know senor Milagro.
Magdalena is talking about you for a long time...
I began to wonder if you one of his discoveries - Oh, no, no.
Let me introduce you to... Salvador Dalφ. - How are you?
- I tried very drunk, Thank you very much. </ P>
Saya pikir segera saya mungkin sakit.
- You have to be another writer?
- No, Salvador is one of Madrid's famous painters. - Oh.
- I just escaped from prison.
- From prison?
- 31 days of absolute detention.
I found it, I feel very inspiring.
How do you feel about communal bowel movements? And whiffles?
Very useful for skin...
- He pisses you off, doesn't he? Come on, Salvador.
- Is it time for my sleep, mother?
- Sorry.
- The fact remains, that these people are not few people... </ p >
- They come here, live from our charity, theft...
- It's important to have a formless approach to gypsies .
Return certain autonomy to the Civil Guard.
- Who is that irresistible man?
- The one who looks more like a pig is Senor Milagro.
The other one is Fernando Gavalle.
- Why I know his name?
He's a little * idiot * from Madrid. - Oh my God!
- Senor Garcφa Lorca, you are from south, I believe ?
- Yes.
- Then you know better than anyone what we're talking about here.
- And the youngest is 17 and he's engaged one of Montana's brothers...
- Bravo, bravo! Great. Great!
Oh , how evil!
Quite extraordinary.
- How dare you?
- How dare I?
How dare you, sir? < br /> Then you obviously don't know who I am. I am Salvador Dalφ!
A savior of modern art.
And this man is a genius.
He is a great poet.
Aren't we honored, ladies and gentlemen?
A savior of modern art and his friend, < br /> great poet.
Read something.
- No.
- Oh yeah, do it.
- I'm sorry.
- I have nothing.
- Continue. - Not suitable.
- Federico. Damn it fits.
- Well, let's go at that time, great poet.
Sing for your dinner.
Oh the city of gypsies
Who can see you and don't remember you
City musk and sadness
City of cinnamon towers
Oh, gypsy city
Angles depending on the flag
Put your green light
Civil Guard will come
City, free from fear
Do double the door
Forty Civil guards
Pour into sacks and burn
Flights to long cries go up from the weather bar.
Saber cuts the breeze trampled under the nails
Through half-lit walks
Old gypsy woman
Escape
With their sleepy horses
And large coin jars
Climb the steep streets climb the evil robes </ p >
Let them be brief whirlwinds of scissors
Oh, gypsy city! Civil guards go
Through a silence tunnel
While the flame surrounds you
- Let's get out of here, hm?
- Viva la revolucion!
- Federico, when I saw you at dinner... When you read your poem...
I see who you really are.
You... Raw.
Like some skinned animals.
So, what does he look like?
p>
- Who?
- Magdalena, you know.
- No.
What?
- What about other girls?
- Oh.
You mean... - Yes
- Not with Magdalena, but back home....
- Really?
- isn't it?
- I already have several.
- All the institutions that support this are corrupt <
- I just think it sounds a bit extreme.
- But it must be extreme, Paco. It must be a complete revolution!
All churches, all castles!
- You know, when I was little...
You will see it when you come.
- I come?
- Of course, with a vacation...
You have to come.
I will sit in this tower and I draw, draw and draw.
I never go down.
Just imagine this little shrimp, half starving, covered in urine.
And I'm not going to go down in winter, in summer. In the freezing cold, I will fill this iron tub with water...
I will sit there for days.
Even then I realized that if I went to be more than...
.... than average, if anyone wants remember me...
... So I have to go further in everything.
In art. In life.
And everything they think is real - morality, immoral, good, bad...
I... We have to destroy it.
Dan we have to go beyond that.
We have to be brave, Federico.
- There are no limits.
- No, there is no limit.
- What are you doing? </ P>
- What? </ P>
- I saw you. I bleed to see you! </ P>
You have your hands on his feet!
Do you deny that?
Let me go! I can fight my own battle!
- Federico.
- No.
- Look. </ P>
Beautiful. </ P>
- I've never seen anything like this before. </ P>
- It has all Tangi tone, but...
I think it's something new.
- This is amazing.
I!
- You can name it, if you want.
- "Small Ash".
Because you can paint us into hundreds of images. And within eighty years...
We will still be dust.
- We will still be in the photo.
- No
Ghost.
And I don't want to be a ghost.
Come with me to Granada. </ P>
- I can't. </ P>
- You will see my family, my house. </ P>
Everything is mine. </ P>
I see You are now, Federico. </ P>
That afternoon has gone crazy with figs and hot sounds
Falling into the injured thighs. </ P>
The black angel flies in west wind.
Angels with long braids and hearts soothing oil.
- Good evening.
Salvador.
I think of you and I never thought more intense in my life .
Since our time together...
... all that has been divided.
I write in a way that I have never experienced think maybe.
My pen scratched the surface things.
Mask... Then he went beyond them.
To the bone. </ P>
Towards the dark, cold jelly in marrow. </ P>
Federico. </ P>
Since the day you left...
... I've been in the studio day and night.
I started working on the design for your game .
I did it in the gypsy style.
Andalusia.
Like you.
Unconscious mind, Federico...
... it rises like an animal inside me.
I let it talk and produce like that wondering.
That's right.
I touch the seabed in myself.
And my poem writes itself.
I, like you say...
Raw. < /p>
Berdarah.
Hidup
And I also want to live.
- How do you enter?
- I steal your key.
- This will look amazing.
- No. It will be amazing.
After Barcelona, we have to take it to London and Paris and then New York.
- Why not?
No limits.
- So why did you come back so early ?
Do you know what you said in your letter?
About everything you separated?
- Louie.
What a surprise.
- What are you talking about?
- I don't know when you will come back.
You don't say when you will come.
- Are you feeling okay?
Greetings , Mr. Dalφ. </ P>
- Sit down, sit down. </ P>
Do you want tea? </ P>
Your appearance. </ P>
- Sorry? </ P >
- What's this?
- Set the design for Mariana Pineda. You know, my game.
- Done?
- In Barcelona. Salvador's father caught us a producer. </ P>
- That's... good news. </ P>
You're doing a set? </ P>
- There's nothing wrong with that, right?
- I'm not saying there is.
- How does my new scenario come?
My short film.
What I'm asking you to write.
- Yes of course. I don't have much time recently, so when I...
- Don't worry about that.
- Federico...
Let's play the "putrescent" game.
- What is that?
- This is "putrescent." This is my new word.
Means?
- Outdated, outdated
- Generally comes out, then.
- Yes, generally.
- Come on, Ferry. You have to hear putrescences Federico doesn't...
They're hysterical. They're... - Yes, come on, Ferry!
- Look. Let's miss the tea, come on we go out and dinner.
- What should I use?
- Blue.
- Saya tidak suka biru.
What about gray?
- Oh, I like gray, yeah. Good.
- I went to see the game with Jorge. </ P>
- Which one? </ P>
- Jorge is a worm. </ P>
- "Salome". </ P>
- Oscar Wilde. < br /> I think they forbid it. - She's gay.
Marricon.
- Not proven by all accounts.
- Not Wilde, Jorge. </ P>
- He has a girlfriend. </ P>
Oh come on! He shouted "weird" from every hole. </ P>
- Keep Your voice, Louie. - Oh, we all need to be quiet, should we, Adella?
Well, I don't want to! - For God's sake... - No !
Because it's illegal. And it's illegal because it's immoral. And I told you...
They have to get more than 15 years work hard for that.
- I never thought I'd see that Luis Bu ± uel gave us a lecture on morality.
- Dancing with me. - "Dancing with me".
- Enough. - Don't bother, Federico.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Magdalena. </ P>
Did I offend your pussy? - Leave her alone. </ P>
- Look at Federico who is big and brave. </ P >
What is a man.
- You're drunk. - You didn't say.
Many things have changed here, my friends.
- What do you mean?
- This is college.
Stay on, year after year. Study this and that until You blow his face.
This is a fantasy land for spoiled school children.
Look at Federico.
Oh I know. He's fine.
Played, whatever.
In Paris, they will make a mistake at work.
That... What do you say? Rotten.
- Federico is working on something now.
That will destroy everything.
- What is this about?
His family?
Butterflies?
Allah?
- Me.
- This will be sentimental garbage.
Always so, it will always be like that.
Still, if you act like that...
... Then you should expect it.
See.
You don't need to say anything.
But you really have to get out of here. </ P>
Di Paris, dengan bakat Anda ... Anda bisa mengaturnya tempat terbakar!
I'm leaving tomorrow.
- What? Why?
- Over here.
Everything is gone.
For your words.
Now it's more like that! Come on, Dalφ. Shake your legs!
- It's five o'clock. </ p >
- What is that?
- Revolutionary Dali Communicator!
I will become a millionaire!
- I will buy shares.
Which hand?
- Left.
- For you.
And
For you.
Where did you go? </ P>
- To the bathroom. </ P>
- With your diary? </ P>
If I become a fish? </ P>
I will
If I become grass?
Turns into water.
If someone becomes an angel?
I will change to eyes.
And if I become an eye?
I will turn into a knife. Then I'll cut you into pieces.
Salvador Dali, with your colored voice olives...
This is genius.
I mean, everyone says that.
Tell me a little about bikes, again.
I singing your restless longing for the statue
Your fear of that feeling, waiting for you on the road
I sing a little sea siren that sings for you
Riding a coral bike and shells
But above all else
I sing a general thought
It joins us in dark and golden moments
Light that blinds our eyes is not art
It is precisely love.
Friendship.
The sword is crossed.
- I don't like that sentence.
- Thank you.
- I like the rest.
- What are you?
- Yes. </ P>
- Look at me. </ P>
Look at me, Salvador. </ P>
Look at me. </ P>
You see?
- There are no limits.
- Sorry.
- No problem.
This isn't important.
That's late.
You have to sleep.
We will go to breakfast at "Pelican".
And you will paint all afternoon.
Salvador. </ P>
What do you see, when...? </ P>
You can tell me. </ P>
You can tell me anything. </ P>
- I'll go to Paris.
- What?
- I'll go and see Louie.
He will introduce me to... Picasso .
And surrealist and...
He will take me to a nightclub.
I'm leaving now. Don't...
Don't , don't try to stop me. - Why did I try? Salvador!
- Federico!
Are you OK? - I alright.
- What happened? - Nothing.
I just... I need fresh air.
- I want to tell you, but that will be a surprise...
I got a job at the Tribune.
- Very beautiful. - I know , can you believe that?
However, this starts in a month, so...
I'm taking a break, I'll go to Italy.
And I think, maybe you want to come.
You can write, I can write and you need to get it go, so... - Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- It's a good spectacle, isn't it?
It's all here.
- How is Paris?
I don't know when you will return.
Today.
I have an inspection.
- Federico?
- I also have to go.
- Good.
I'll stay.
- What did you say before? Something about Italy, I don't know.
- Nothing.
- You have 20 minutes to give oral Raphael's criticism.
You can start.
Mr. Dalφ?
- Gentlemen...
I returned from Paris with the conclusion that...
The entire amount of real artistic knowledge contained in this panel is professor...
... tidak sama dengan setengahnya.
This - my nails.
Not half, gentlemen.
And I have insulted myself by letting your annoying practices, your theories sad and outdated...
... and questionable characters - bad luck at my genius.
I hope with all my heart that you will realize me right and...
Let go of this ignorance and go back to the pig pen and haystack, where you might have some real uses.
- Magdalena. </ p >
- I know.
I know, Adella.
I have to do something.
Can you...
Can you lend me something? </ P> Dress, to make me irresistible? </ P>
- Do you want tea? </ P>
Tea? Only * idiots * drink tea.
Teh? Hanya * idiot * minum teh.
I'm surprised we didn't drown in shit.
- So, you came back yesterday?
- Federico, what's important yesterday?
Yesterday... I'm not there. Yesterday's nothing.
Today, now and bright and a glorious future.
- I'm sorry
I'm a little confused.
So, Salvador. Who pretended to be today?
- Why?
Well, is that Salvador?
Extreme anarchists who only have escaped from prison?
Or Salvador Dali, a genius artist from Madrid?
Or Salvador, the lover... - Listen to me.
An agent came from Paris to see my new work. Canvas from Cadaques and him love them.
He called me the most interesting youngster artist in Spain.
So, now - goodbye, Spain!
Goodbye, Madrid!
And Paris... Paris - toujours!
Louie introduced me on Picasso and there this amazing man...
Who gave me a picture of his wife...
... and he was naked.
You won't believe this.
Gala. Galushka.
He's a Russian. He's my twin soul.
I have dreamed of this woman all my life. </ P>
When I have it, nothing can stop me. </ P>
I will take Paris to his knees. </ P>
King.... King of Salvador! </ P>
You should have seen Louie, he asked me to make his first film with him...
- Salvador! -... and surrealists and impressionists...
When I come back, they won't know what happened to them. His ideas, I understand, it came, I can feel it...
- What's coming? < br /> - I have to go to Cadaques to prepare...
- What do you mean? Your father said... - What did my father say?
I was expelled! </ P>
My father can go fuck alone! </ P>
- From this point on, my real life starts. - Your real life? And what about
- You can't just leave everything! - Ignore what?
Sit in the art room all day, get out of my house mind
Drinking myself unconscious every night?
I'm so sick! - How can you say that?
Your paintings have never been more good.
This isn't you, Salvador. What happened to you?
- Why can't you be happy for me? - Happy for you?
- You're just selfish, as Louie said...
You're a fucking selfish marine. </ P>
- Oh really? And what exactly is that? makes you ?
- I can't.
- Federico!
- Leave him in.
- Sleep?
You look as if you are still dreaming.
- Magdalena. - Just for now... Just this once.
Don't worry about anything, just...
- Salvador?
There are very few angels singing
There are some dogs that bark
A thousand violins fit in my palm
But, crying is a very large dog
That cry is a very big angel
Crying is a very big violin
Tears have suppressed the wind
And nothing is heard, but tears
- Coffee, please.
- Why did they make this film?
Do you know what they call it? "Andalia dogs"
- I don't think they are...
- Well, I did. I mean, where do I come from?
Do they know
- Listen, you need a complete rest.
Everyone says that. What about your idea traveling theater? </ p >
You better go.
Get out of Madrid for a while.
Continue your life, Federico.
Have you talked to him?
Have you talked to Salvador?
- I've tried talking to him...
In letters.
He won't...
He brought Luis to Cadaqes. I saw their photos in the paper.
And apparently, he had this woman.
This Gala woman. </ P>
God knows what she did with her. </ P>
Sorry. </ P>
It's just... As if nothing ever happened.
Sometimes I feel we have never even met.
- I am very sorry, Federico. - No.
I'm the one who should apologize. </ P>
I can't let you be blamed for that. </ P>
- Magdalena, please understand. There is no one who prefers me to be together.
- If we have a choice in these things, which we don't do. - no?
- I'm not saying it will be easy, but I don't think you can continue like this.
I mean, you can. Of course you can, but it has a price.
I think sometimes we just have to take risks. Live what we feel.
And you know, that might not work well .. .
... sometimes it's not good at all.
But we have to try. We have to keep trying.
Otherwise we just to be a doll.
All smiles are painted, naked inside.
Nothing.
But jealous.
However, if you miss it more than enough...
I have to go.
Goodbye.
I came with my overrals, so you know I'm serious. </ p >
They are already in the whole country.
Overrals.
Last year, they wrapped their shoulders with each type of spaniard.
They have a set, they direct drama and movies
They are exhausted.
And they are very happy to be here, drinking wine with friends in the sun.
But.
We should not be fooled by the sun in Madrid.
While fascism sparked its shadow all of Spain.
Great sacrifices need to be made.
A big risk must be taken.
So, I have something here to read to you. And if you are proof, then I want to ask for an autograph You. </ P>
We, the intellectuals, artists and members of the free thinking profession reaffirm our support...
... for popular governments democratically elected... .
... and we do it for aspirations. We...
We did it... I did it... for freedom.
Not romantic ideal. Not something for students screaming at the night bar. </ P>
That's easy. </ P>
That's just a word. </ P>
Real freedom is difficult. It hurts. </ P>
It's dangerous. </ P>
But I want it. </ P>
I want to try it. </ P>
Whoever I decide.
But I decided to live.
Whoever I choose as my friend.
My friend. </ p >
That's my right.
That's our right.
Freedom. Now.
In Spanish.
Thank you. </ P>
- Kemari. </ P>
I don't see it anymore. </ P>
- Tidak?
- Don't care too. We don't speak the same language The only word he understands now...
... is " money ".
- He wrote to me.
Dan?
I know.
8 years. No there.
He asked me to come and see him. Come and meet Gala.
Bloody magician Still making love to every artist in Paris, from what I heard.
What's more?
He thinks we should work together again.
He said we could reach an agreement this time, on many things.
He signed it "Buda".
- Will you see it?
Be careful, Federico.
- Where did you go, brother? The roar is like this. </ P>
Senor Garcφa Lorca! - Halo.
- I don't recognize you. Join us at the demonstration and republican support.
The troops in Morocco side with the fascists. - I'll come later. < br /> - Gracias. - Good luck.
- Please enter.
Skip.
Time and Dalφ don't wait for anyone!
Ignore this absolute preteen parody from a hotel.
This is a temporary environment.
Apart from that bear. Have you ever seen that bear?
It has a reality about it, in this bear...
... the primacy of Eden.
You look the same.
Thank you
I grew this mustache.
What's that? This place? College? Merde? Us? < /p>
Federico.
During this time.
All this time.
The dark, retrospect that is not lived
... Gulf timing.
Sleep.
And shadow.
Cheri .
That's Federico.
Federico, this is Gala. My wife.
Nice to meet you, finally.
Isn't he charming, cherry? </ P>
I've heard a lot about you. </ P>
Smile. </ P>
He went to America. </ P>
- I love it. Well, this is America.
New York... sad.
Poverty and suffering... - We will soon return to America.
Spain seems like that...
- Dangerous?
- Passe.
After all, America is the place for our opera.
No. You write, I design. That will be a victory. </ P>
- Benarkah?
- No doubt, considering the subject matter.
- Which one will?
- Louis Second of Bavaria.
He... He a deviant person, you know.
It will be the most shocking opera ever staged. All kinds of things are unspeakable...
- Louie told me the surrealists drove you
- So, you two are friends again. When did that happen?
- I imagined when he stopped seeing you.
- Surrealists drive me out of that movement.
Very traumatic.
Breton is a genius.
All the similarities with communism only make me want... <
... vomiting.
The only viable solution for surrealism - World War.
A cleansing.
Banjir besar.
Cut all this dead wood.
Clean the weak elements.
The era of enlightenment. - Are you saying you really support fascists?
You were an anarchist. - Oh, Federico, you become very... liberal.
With all your government and device schemes little people...
- Listen. This country is in the wink of something terrible.
And here you side with the people who can destroy everything we strive for it.
I know you don't pass it, but you have to see that there is no freedom speech, who is different...
Who deviates from the norm....
... will be deleted.
- Is that a bad thing?
- Bad boy.
- You're kidding .
- Salvador is really apolitical.
Nobody knows you
No But I sing about you
I sing, for later,
Your profile and grace You
Glorious maturity from your understanding
Your appetite for death and taste from his mouth
Sadness in you is brave delights. </ P>
- It's nothing for my ode.
Gala, you've heard my ode.
Press being crazy for that.
Oh, Salvador Dali , with your olive-colored voice
Federico, complete the rest. I want Gala to hear it.
- I'm afraid I have to go.
Already very fun.
- Let me see you out. - No need.
- He doesn't mind, you know?
He and I are like twins, not like lovers.
Not like us.
Look at you, you little animal. You are very angry, you can spit.
I know you will be like that. I planned everything. </ P>
- And, does everything go according to plan, Salvador? </ P>
- Know you will say that too. </ P>
Look, it's okay what now. Everything is fine.
Go pack your things
Say goodbye
And we will conquer America together.
I hurt your pride, I know.
But, I'll make it up for you.
You will teach me how.
There are people else?
It doesn't matter. There's a Gala... We can all live together. We can...
- Goodbye , Salvador. </ P>
Anda akan kembali.
A sweet little tail hangs between your legs.
You can't think of anything else!
- Senor Garcφa Lorca, how was your meeting with Dalφ?
Will you work together again?
what do you think of him?
- What do I think about him?
Well.... he's a genius. </ P>
Genius. </ P>
Genius, Salvador Dalφ! </ P>
- Very charming... Just as you say. </ P>
I'm going to my room, Salvador. I'll see you in the morning.
See you in the morning, my love.
- I just saw Paco. < br /> What are you doing?
- I'm going back to Granada.
- Have you finally lost your mind? This morning's news, Federico?
Morocco fell. It was only a matter of time before they got to Granada.
- Listen...
I will only be there for a few days.
I have to be with my family.
I have a lot to do, Louie. I can tell you...
I feel like... like... I can write 6 dramas without stopping. </ P>
Without eating. - Then write it here. </ P>
Think about it, Frederico. < br /> These people know who you are, what you have said about Franco... They know - everything.
- I have to go home, Louie.
I'll call you as soon as I can. - Be careful.
- Open the door!
- What are you doing? - Federico Garcφa Lorca? </ P>
Saya menangkap Anda di nama Granada Baru.
- What are you talking about? - No! - Come on!
- Garcφa Lorca, here you are, marricon.
-Granada. < br /> Spanish.
- Extraordinary rumors that preceded the core ahead of tonight.
Reported the kidnapping of poet, Federico Garcona Lorca, from his hometown in Granada, three days ago.
The Granada thinker said he didn't know the whereabouts of Garcφa Lorca.
- Still alive.
There is only one way to kill a person queer.
- Mystery wealth overshadows the loss Federico Garcφa Lorca has been deleted.
News will come tonight that the execution of the poet Federico Garcφa Lorca has been confirmed. </ p >
Federico.
Salvador!
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