The Dark Side of the Heart (El lado oscuro del corazón)

The ball I threw

while playing in the park

has not yet reached the ground

I don't give a damn if a woman's breasts are like magnolias

or like figs

if her skin feels like a peach or sandpaper...

It's irrelevant

if she wakes up with breath like an aphrodisiac

or an insecticide.

I'm perfectly

willing to put up with

a nose

that'd win first prize at a carrot show.

But on one thing

I am intransigent.

On no account whatsoever will I forgive a woman

who cannot fly.

If she can't, she'd better forget me.

THE DARK SIDE OF THE HEART

I didn't know not having you

could be as sweet as calling you, even if you won't come...

that your absence could be

as painful as hitting my head

while thinking of you.

I like it.

Yes.

Was I right to have your friend from Buenos Aires come over?

I'd like to discuss how many shots

of our product will be shown.

That's up to you. You're in the best position to decide.

Please excuse me. It was a pleasure, but I have to

take off.

I'm sorry.

You animal!

Your manners are beginning to tire me.

We fly any way we can. Gives them something to tell their wives.

Pick up your check before I change my mind.

And call before you go back.

Yes, master.

I have another job for you.

But please don't come to the presentation.

Hi, I need some vegetables.

We're the caravels three

of Captain Christopher Colombus.

We're sailing to the virgin-continent

with it's new conqueror!

A beer, please.

I don't give a damn if a woman's breast

are like magnolias or dried figs...

if her skin feels like a peach or sandpaper...

It's totally

irrelevant

if she wakes up with breath like an aphrodisiac

or an insecticide.

I'm perfectly willing to put up

with a nose that'd win first price at a carrot show.

But on one thing

I am intransigent.

On no account whatsoever will I forgive a woman who cannot fly.

If she can't, she'd better forget me.

Training flights, $50.

Domestic flights, $70.

International, $100.

My tactic is to watch you

learn how you are, love you as you are.

To talk to you

listen to you

build with words an indestructible bridge.

To stay in your memory... I don't know how

or under what pretext

but to stay with you.

My tactic is to be frank

and to know you are frank.

To sell each other no pretenses

so no curtain or abyss comes between us.

My Stratey, is even deeper and simpler:

That one day, I don't know how

under what pretext, you'll finally need me.

'Tactics'... by Mario Benedetti.

Are you taking me somewhere?

I bet you've read Onetti too.

I'm not here to discuss literature, honey.

This is a cabaret, not a literary cafe.

Yeah, sorry.

Your place?

I'll cost you more.

Because you are mine

and are not mine.

Because I think of you.

Because the night has open eyes.

Because the night passes, and I say "love".

Funny place to keep books.

A habit I got into during the military regime.

Why do you like poetry?

What do you do?

Justice of the Peace.

Your time's almost up.

Want to do it or not?

Why do you like poetry?

It's part of my job.

It allows me to meet sophisticated people, like you.

A guy who likes poetry can't be that bad.

He may be broke, but...

if he has money, he spends it.

It's $100.

At home, it's $100.

Better pay me now.

Excuse me?

Do you know Benedetti?

Does he work here?

Do you want to go to heaven?

Don't worry, whores enter first.

May I have a coffee?

Sure.

Sorry, forgot the keys.

How did it go?

I met an unusual woman.

How many tits?

Hello.

I'm Eric, a friend of Gustavo's.

They pay you?

Yeah, I'll go to a hotel.

What do you do?

I'm cold.

I mean, in life.

I teach languages.

You're not writing.

I'm with my train.

How do you like it?

I just bought it.

Always losing them when I move.

When did you stop writing?

Had to go on a trip.

Maybe you have nothing more to say.

Or maybe you've realized that

I'm the most important woman in your life.

Or maybe

you've decided to keep silent

so I may dictate my words to you.

Your words!

They might be suitable for military communiques

But for a poem...?

Found the one who flies?

Not yet.

You're hiding something. I always do!

That's what you like best.

Like it?

I don't like anything, Oliverio.

Poor thing.

You're so boring.

What is it?

I don't know.

I was thinking-some day I'll have to take you.

I don't know how I'll break it.

It's easier with others.

But I don't know how I'll tell you.

I pity you.

Why?

You have a shitty job.

Like some coffee?

A smoke?

Ridiculous, worrying about your health.

I've spotted a few jobs for you.

Bank manager... interesting.

It just says assistant, but leave it to me.

The man there is getting old.

No need to find me a job.

I'm alright.

How can I explain? I'm a poet.

A poet?

I am a poet.

What kind of job is that?

Where does it say, "Poet required, good salary"?

I'm trying to make you see reason

so you finally grow up.

What for?

My nerves stick to the mud

to the walls

and embrace the branches.

They penetrate the earth

scatter though the air, and reach for the sky.

Marble and horses have veins like mine.

You're delirious!

All pain hurts my flesh, my bones.

I've died so often seeing bulls slain.

You're completely crazy.

You're mad, a sick child.

An irresponsible idiot I should force to suicide.

If I see a cloud, I fly with it.

If a woman goes to bed, I go with her.

You scare me.

How often I've asked, "Am I that stone?"

If I follow a corpse, I stay by it.

If an egg is laid, I cackle.

If someone thinks of me, I'm already a memory.

He bothering you?

Yes!

Today's man, as evolved as he thinks he is

hasn't totally accepted his sexuality as God intended.

Most of our problems