The Future (El futuro)

Whispers of love, whi…, whi…, whispers…

Whispers of love, whi…, whi…, whispers…

Gentlemen, we have to interrupt Juan Pardo's performance because there is breaking news.

Alfonso Guerra at the socialist party press conference.

We must change

the winds of this mistreated land.

Open the windows for a new day,

Spain deserves our hope.

Felipe Gonzalez, general secretary, is welcomed

with the socialist party's song “We must change,”

the slogan of the socialist party in this campaign.

“At this point of the night, according to the data

it is clear that the Spanish Socialist Labor Party

has obtained the support of the majority of the Spanish people in these elections.

From this very moment, I want to appeal to the political forces,

the institutions, the autonomous regions, provincial and local councils,

unions, business corporations, the media

and to every sector of national daily life so they feel integrated

and support this collective mission: to consolidate democracy in Spain

to overcome the economic crisis, and to build the State of the autonomous regions.

No citizen should feel alienated by this beautiful mission of modernization, progress, and solidarity

that we should achieve amongst us all.

The collaboration of every Spaniard is essential to achieve the objective of making Spain succeed.”

THE FUTURE

When I'm really...

I always tend to slip,

I can't even articulate a word.

In your look I see,

...nuclear...

I stay in shape, in formalin...

...try to stimulate...

When I'm really sad, I always tend to slip,

I can't even articulate a word.

In your look I see, a nuclear attack,

I stay in shape, in formalin, behind a glass.

So empty, every time that...

I stay in shape, in formalin, behind a glass.

So empty, every time that those lights

try to stimulate love in me.

So empty, every time that those lights

try to stimulate love in me.

-What do you want? -Beer? Yeah…

My mom is a shit-scared. I'm fucking fed up of my daughter's posh school,

because they're retrograde snobs… I'm fucking fed up.

…a rash, or you're gonna die. That thing can't be good.”

And I say: “Oh, no grandma. That can't be bad,

those are improvements and all improvements are good”.

The day your grandma heats a glass of milk in the microwave, that day will change her life.

Oh you, you should learn, oh you, the rules of the game.

Oh, oh, they didn't find the solution in the end.

Oh, oh, it's not easy to be, don't you think?, a loser.

Oh, oh, the clock struck the time for goodbye.

Oh, oh, the end is here, with no winner.

Oh you, you should learn, oh you, the rules of the game.

Well, I was hospitalized, imagine, all those days… With the Americans.

Let's see if they finally leave. They never leave.

It's a post-coital drug, like when you cum and you...

And then you grab your pillow and it's like, ahhh.

And at the end you say… fuck, let's do some coke to take it up a bit.

The problem is that people end up mixing everything, ecstasy makes you...

...and then your friends want to keep the party going…

I'm the first to say, you shouldn't mix, you have to be careful…

and I end up mixing everything. I've spent two days doing it…

...it's shit girl, don't do it, it's some liquid stuff…

A friend of mine took it and I told him to tell me about it. And he got pissed off.

“Why do you want me to tell you?” To know about it, I wanna know.

I'm not gonna take it because I know I'll get hooked…

Because if there's that many people hooked, it's gotta have something.

Don't take anything but a little pill does wonders.

I've been there, but since I live in Valdemorillo,

I have to spend the night at my friends flat…

I make plans to stay there, so my parents don't find out.

It's fine, because if things don't work out with photography...

Right now I'm interning, I don't know if they're gonna hire me...

I don't know what's gonna happen.

From Nigeria feeling hot and surrounded by mosquitoes,

my transistor's out of batteries, send me lots of records.

From Nigeria feeling hot, there's no bathroom in this hut.

From Nigeria feeling hot I'm getting tan,

It might because of the sun or it's that they've put a spell on me.

From Nigeria feeling hot… I'd prefer a cold bath.

From Nigeria feeling hot,

there's no bathroom in this hut.

Stanislavsky realized… I mean, you don't truly empathize.

You empathize because you understand your character…

You don't really empathize because you become that person.

Listen, the mustache is the trendiest thing out there.

One technique is like psychoanalysis...

Girls, you have no idea of what's in and what's out.

Why don't we put lipstick on that cop over there?

I go out in the street with my rifle,

I'm going determined to hunt a bird,

I climb up to the rooftop and I start to shoot.

Terrified people start to yell:

Sniper! Sniper!

Lemon blue vomit.

The stomach wants a revenge...

-Parties, organizing parties... -But what kind of job it is?

The bloody bean stew relates its interference

with strange convulsive contractions.

In the stomach thousand battles are fought with the victorious nausea,

in the large intestine a particle has been housed

that ejaculates certain overripe emulsions.

A corrupted smelly gas ladens my forehead with cold sweat,

the inevitable is happening, repetitions in my throat,

repetitions in my throat.

Blue lemon vomit. Blue lemon vomit.

...and then later displaying it in cultural centers to give it some… status.

And we were running but, what's going on?

So, we went back there. Another crowd.

Suddenly we left and we were at Neptuno but next to the Palace Hotel…

Yeah, when you start running…

We go to the Paseo del Prado and another wave of people…

I feel a sense of movement,

my body swinging in the night.

Thirsty to forget my worries...

We run and run... Everything was blocked off…

We get to Atocha and it was cut off…

No problems, just going with it.

They stayed at the entrance.

Nobody could leave.

I saw a kid, about twenty years old, that was carrying his dad…

...bleeding all over his face, he looked terrified.

Did they grab him?

They had already beat him, his dad was lying there bloody as hell,

the son picked him up…

No problems, just going with it.

We saw the cops at the door and then we started hearing...

Well dude, it's that ETA also fights for our cause.

-I mean, a dead cop… -They're done, they're done.

No, they're not out. Listen, a fucking construction worker

falls off a scaffolding and nobody cares…

A fucking cop dies and everybody…, protests, prayer services, whatever.

It's a fucking labor accident, you chose to be a cop.

ETA is fighting for the same thing as us, you could argue with other means…

But that's where the difference is, not everything goes…

Right now we're arguing and I shoot you and then what?

Cause' I don't like what you say.

They aren't shooting “cause' I don't like what you say”.

They shoot because they were shot at!

They're done.

The second ETA represents the majority of Basque society

they can't be back-end.

Majority? Why do you say majority?

Well, I'm not saying it, History says it.

ETA is the military vanguard of working-class struggle.

What are we? The political vanguard of working-class struggle.

We are at the same level.

I don't know if I belong to the working-class struggle…

Well, vote for the socialists, vote the socialists!

…or I should dance with these… animals.

Family, school, religion…

I just ask one thing, if you ever see me like them, shoot me please.

She's flirting with me!

I thought she was talking to you, and I didn't know what to do.