Llueven vacas (2010)

What are you humming? You open your arms, why? You continue humming. I don’t recognise the tune. You get up on the stone. At last. You balance there with your arms open. You look like the three-year-old little girl that you will never be again. Wow, you dance badly. You call that dancing? All that can be seen is your distance from the little girl, not your closeness to her. How embarrassing. What are you doing looking me in the eye?

Margarita: Look, darling, look!

You smile. I have never seen you smile so broadly. And you fall. At last.