... Just like that time when Marola got stuck on the church's tower.
The kite flew all the way up there and got wrapped around the bell.
So he went and climbed the stairs quietly, so no one could see him,
and entered the room at the end of the stairway.
Then he started hearing some footsteps - at least that's what he told me -
and had to hide so no one could see what he was doing.
Can you believe the priest locked the room while he was in?
He got terrified!
Then he kneeled,
...raised his hands
...and started shouting the Lord's Prayer.
He was kinda fool.
We were young back then.
The music is what I'll miss the most.
That's the best thing there.
To hear the guitar, to dance...
I can't see properly anymore, so the only thing left is music, right?
What's your favorite song?
What?
Your favorite song.
Do you know it?
What do I do now?
The ballad of the fading colors
Have you seen this before?
What?
This drawing. Looks like a spider.
Do you know what this is? Do you?
Yes, she does. Oh, she does.
This is old. Really old.
From before you were even born.
Back when we were little.
Mom got mad at me.
So she started chasing me around the house.
Actually, she thought I'd ran away from home, remember?
So she started looking for me on the street, but I was right here.
Then I got a hair clip and made this drawing on the floor,
just out of spite.
Since she never let us do anything.
I knew you were evil! I knew it, I knew it!
Stop!
Don't tell mom I told you this.
I was really wrong, and teaching you these things is no good.
Relax.
You know it is almost impossible to be as annoying as you were.
It's useless to run away.
Really.
What should I do now?
Where do I go?
Give me your hand.
The flowers' colors have always attracted me more than their smell.
Actually, I could never really smell them.
What happened?
It's been a long time since I last saw you like this.
Have you...
ever...
...doubted your own nature?
Always.
Actually, my work can be as bad as yours.
It's hard to do what I do, when I no longer believe in myself.
All beginnings have their ends, you know?
And you're in all endings.
You are the only one...
who guarantees no one dies alone.
The more I do it, the less I want to.
I feel every single one of them.
That's exactly why you are there for...
To feel them.
I know you've been here for a while now.
I know it's my turn now.
You are prettier than I tought.
Normally, that's not the first thing people say to me.
I don't have anything better to say now, do I?
Can I ask you a favor?
Be nice to my children.
Why did you draw a spider? Why not some other animal?
That was the first thing that occured to me, I guess.
If I were you, I'd draw a much better animal.
Like what?
I'm not telling you, because you'll copy it.
So why don't you draw it, then?
Next to mine.
I'll let you do it.
I'll wash the dishes, and when I get back I want to see it finished.