:57:00
"That's why I'm leaving home...
:57:03
that's why I'm going away."
:57:07
I could have told her
so much, Pedro.
:57:13
But I thought it was useless.
:57:18
"It makes no sense",
I thought...
:57:21
to leave in her poor,
flour-coated hands...
:57:25
an exasperated
carnation stem.
:57:31
"It makes no sense",
I thought twice...
:57:35
to stain her apron...
:57:40
to cut the cord...
:57:43
and other leaves.
:57:48
That's why instead
of saying...
:57:53
"Mother, you don't know me..."
:57:58
I preferred, Pedro,
with my mouth dry and salty...
:58:05
I preferred to remain
buckled up before her...
:58:10
as if nothing was the matter.
:58:19
I had nothing to say,
but she wanted to say something...
:58:25
and I thought:
:58:27
"Mother has something to say
that I might listen to.
:58:31
Something perhaps that
should be saved carefully."
:58:36
But all I could hear
without her saying anything...
:58:39
were the cracks
in her old chinaware womb...
:58:43
I heard in her eyes a desperate
cry of a delivering mother.
:58:49
I felt her fruit drying
under my hot breath.
:58:55
But I couldn't do anything,
my eyes were darkened.