Brocal

It's not going to happen, is it? Give me this break, Bruno. We're going to be alone. We are going to need to learn to give ourselves breaks. We'll be fine. Carlos is right. When he gives birth everything will be better. We are going to be owners of our life. We are going to be independent. I have resources to get you ahead, whether in the city or the countryside or the desert or a fucking space station. I know how to do things with my hands and transform nothing into something productive; I know how to imagine dreams and build artifacts against nightmares, and clear paths, and build castles and demolish them, and raze enemy towns and plant forests. I know how to speak the language of those who want to listen to me and I am going to focus one hundred percent on you. But you know what? Today they stepped on me, spat on me and insulted me in the face and I have no one to tell it to but you, who is not here yet, although you are already there, but I don't see you. I can't look into your eyes to cry like they say you cry when you look at your child. So you're going to let me continue down this path today.