I wanted to...
give you something.
But why do you have to give me anything?
Because you've given me a lot, Ramón.
You have no idea how much.
I...
no man has ever treated me as well as you have.
You were that ill-treated, child?
I don't complicate my life anymore.
Now I know
that I must be the problem, right?
Men don't like me or whatever.
What are you saying, Rosa? How can men not like you?
Wasn't that what you called me the first time I came?
"A frustrated woman," you said.
Yeah... well, if I called you that,
now I call you strong woman, and brave woman
and good, and beautiful woman,
and I'll call whoever doesn't see it an asshole, God damn it.
Rosa, please. God, please, stop that.
You make me feel like a priest and they piss me off enough already.
Sit there. Come on, sit, sit.
And leave the hand alone, child. You know I don't feel it.
My son says you're pretending,
that you're faking it.
But you do have feeling in your face, don't you?
Oh, if only I could help you...
I'd do anything to...
You would help me?
Yes.
Don't get scared, silly.
I've had it figured out for years so that...
nobody ends up in jail, okay?
I already have several friends who are willing to help me.
We're only missing a person,
- a brave person, like you. - No.
No.
Help you heal...
not to die.
Come on, guys.
Let's go.
- You got it? - Right, yes.
Careful, careful.
Come on, get here with me.
- No, it doesn't fit over here. - 'Course it does.
It does not. It doesn't fit over here.
Thanks.
Ramón says he understands the situation
but he's not coming down.
Right. I see...
well, it doesn't matter. Brother Andrés.
Come here.
Okay, you go upstairs, please,
and tell Ramón this, tell him...
...and since we are inside eternity,
life is not ours.
Then, of course, we take our bourgeois sense of,
of private property to a ridiculous extreme.
But...
oh, you've got to be kidding me...
but the Church was always the first
to secularize private property, man.
- But, but I can't tell him that. - What do you mean you can't?
Should I?
...my life and choosing my beliefs.
...freedom to choose
my beliefs... no, his beliefs
and to make decisions about his own life.
Well, then you tell him that...
...it would be a process as far as continuing life goes.
Why does the Church cling so passionately
to the position of fearing death?
Because they know they lose a great deal of customers
if people are no longer afraid of the other side.
...and he'd like to remind you that, according to the polls,
67% of Spaniards
would favor euthanasia.
Very well, very well, very well, then you tell him
that moral questions are not solved through polls.
Because most of the German people...
Because most of the German people
- also favored Hitler. - Now he... he compares me to Hitler!
- That's just total bullshit. - It's just total bullshit.
No, not that, no. Not that.
Ask him what Hitler has to do with the price of eggs.
- Eggs? - No, no, wait.
Father Francisco, can you hear me?
Yes, I hear you, Ramón, I hear you.
Then why are you comparing apples and oranges?
I hope you didn't come here to be preach demagoguery,
because you Jesuits, know quite a lot about that.
No, no, no, no, of course not.
But since you mentioned demagogy, Ramón, my friend,
don't you find the expression "death with dignity"
to be quite demagogical?
Why don't you stop with the euphemisms
and tell it like it is,
as blunt as it may sound, "I'm gonna end my life," and be done with it?
I'm surprised that you show such sensitivity towards my life,
if you bear in mind that the institution you represent
accepts nothing less than the death penalty nowadays,
and for centuries condemned those who didn't think correctly
to be burnt alive?
Now you're the one preaching demagoguery.
Yes, of course, but all euphemisms aside, as you say,
that's what they would have done to me, isn't it?
Isn't it? Burn me alive.
Burn me for defending my freedom.
Ramón, my friend...
- He calls me "friend. " - Ramón, my friend,
a freedom that ends life is no freedom at all.
And a life that ends freedom isn't a life either.
And don't call me "friend. " And leave me alone.
Okay, let's go.
Well, you...
since you seem to be good folks,
give this man the will to live.
Show him that life...
that life is not only moving your arms
or running around
or kicking a ball around or... what the hell?
Life is actually something else.
Life is a lot more than that.
That's coming from me, okay?
And what do you want us to do?
Do you want us to gag him so he doesn't talk?
Or to give him a rattle, like you do with little kids?
Look,
when you were on TV you said something
that I haven't been able to get out of my mind.
Manuela, leave it alone.
You said that Ramón's family didn't give him enough affection.
Well, just so you know,
we never stopped loving my brother-in-law in this house
for one day, not a single day.
I've been caring for him for such a long time
and I love him like a son.
I don't know which one of you is right.
And I don't know if it's true what you say about God,
and how life belongs to Him, that it's not ours.
But I do know one thing, okay?
You have a very big mouth.
Oh, Rosa, I told you there was no need,
that I already shaved Ramón yesterday.
Right, but I know of a way to make it look better.
Where do you keep the soap?
Oh, they're here.
I don't feel a thing.
- You sure there's a kid in there? - He's seven months old, handsome.
Well, he isn't moving.
- You're the one that doesn't move. - Oh, now, now.
- Now he's moving. - You see?
- He's happy to see you. - So what are you going to call him?
Well, we haven't decided yet.
Okay, call him Ramón,
so that one day, when he asks you why you named him that,
you can tell him my story.
- Right. - You can tell him yourself.
Right?
No.
There's someone else who will also be very happy to see you.
Careful, Javier, careful.
No, not like that.
- You gotta turn it around. - Grandpa, hush.
What? Why didn't you tell me?
- Because it was a surprise. - Of course.
Well, this is really... this is some present for the Epiphany.
I'm gonna open the windows a bit, it's sweltering in here.
We better leave you guys alone for a bit.
- Come on. - Right?
- Shall we? - Let's go.
What's up, sailor?
Don't do that, they'll get the wrong idea.
Gené, leave him alone...
- You want coffee, Marc? - Yes, please.
- How are you, Rosa? - Fine.
Ramón told me you've got another job.
Yes, I take care of some senior citizens.
So is this woman staying long?
A couple of weeks, I think.
It depends on how long it takes to work on the book.
Well, then I guess I won't be able to shave him today.
- All right, see you later. - Bye.
Bye, Rosa.
Okay, the judges have their hands tied by the law.
So what we're going to try is to get a sentence
recommending that the government
- amend the penal law. - The government?
The government's duty is to serve us, Javi.
Your uncle is far more important.
The court of first instance will not dare to side with us.
We already know that.
But where we can't fail is in the provincial hearing.
Javier. Help me with the cows.
Come on.
Look...
we have to convince the judges that Ramón
is a serene and perfectly lucid person.
It would help us immensely if he testified in person.
Manuela...
we have to get Ramón out of the house.
Care to tell me what you were doing in there, huh?
Do you know what they're doing and what they want?
So what should I do? Lock myself up in my room?
Don't you realize what they want, Javier?
Let's see...
what's gonna happen if they win the case? Huh?
Your uncle gets an injection and he dies,
like a dog.
And you'll never see him again.
You'll never see him again, Javier.
Or did you think that death was temporary? Huh?
Use your head,
because death is very serious, you hear me?
Your uncle will die and you'll never see him again.
Leave me alone.
Javier.
It's not that he doesn't feel like it, he just doesn't want the chair.
He doesn't want it.
Getting him out of the house once, maybe twice a year,
is a complete battle.
Well, this has to be one of those times, Manuela.
It's very important for Ramón to make this trip.
And when would that be?
I think the hearing would take place in spring,
so there's time for him to get used to the idea.
There's only one thing worse than having a child die on you...
for him to want to die.
Goodbye.
Okay, let's get to work.
...eternally, my seductive lover, beloved sea.
Can you really smell the sea from in here?
Yes, sometimes, in the morning, if there's a breeze...
and the window is open, I can.
I smell it... as if I were right there, you know?
You sure do have a strong sense of smell.
Yes, the smell is probably what...
what gives me the most intense feelings, see?
The most fantasies.
Your smell, for instance.
My smell?
Yes.
It's the first thing I get when...
when I daydream about you.
Wow.
And what do you daydream about?
Oh, many things.
They all have one thing in common:
In all of them, I can move.
So...
I get up and...
I travel to where I imagine you might be at the moment.
And if I, say, imagine you're here, for instance,
well...
I just walk up to you and...
and I do what I've wished so many times I could do to you.
Then...
your smell becomes stronger,
and I get dizzy.
And I can almost feel your heart beating fast.
Then, I feel your hands,
and I completely lose my mind.
I completely lose my mind.
Is the water okay?
Julia.
Julia, are you awake?
Yes.
I can't sleep.
How come?
My leg itches.
Will you come over and scratch it?
My leg.
But I'm just bringing him a few filloas, see?
- But Rosa... - I know he likes them.
- Listen. - I made them myself.
Oh, child, listen. I've told you already you don't have to cook for him,
or wash him or shave him or do anything. I take care of Ramón myself.
Do you understand me?
Fine.
Have him say it to me, then.
No, he's already told me.
Besides, he's quite busy right now, you know?
What? Is he with her?
I wish I were a lawyer, too,
but of course...
- Rosa, don't cry. Don't cry. - Ramón, if you don't want me
...to come see you, then... - Of course I want to see you, dear.
- It seems you don't want to. - Are you sure that's really it?
Rosa, Rosa...
She hung up.
Could you dial the number for me again, please?
And could you leave me alone for a minute?
What is going on between you and that girl, Ramón?
W-why?
Oh, Julia...
Why should I give you any explanations?
I don't know why you answer me like that
because then I don't know what I'm doing here.
Unless, of course, you think there's nothing going on here.
That yesterday's kiss meant nothing.
Look at you.
Look at you, sitting there.
Look at you.
And look at me.
Where are we going, Julia?
Look at us.
It's not over.
What do you think?
That I don't think about what happened to me?
Well, I do think about it.
Very often.
Every day, it seems like a nightmare.
And I know that things can only get worse,
until I become a vegetable.
So I've come to a conclusion,
and it's that I'd rather...
I'm gonna do it, Ramón.
I'm gonna end my life.
But...
but before that,
if you want, my love...
I'd like to help you.
We could leave together...
You have nothing to say, huh?
Surely you weren't expecting this.
When?
Well, I don't know, you...
we're almost done with the book, and...
I'm gonna go to Barcelona, to... to find a publisher and...
and...
and we have it published.
And then I return. With the very first copy.
That very day, Ramón.
That very day.
Listen to me, listen.
Worst case scenario, you'll put the public in your favor.
Look, if we get a negative decision, the controversy will be bigger...
Oh, please, don't be such a lunkhead, okay?
It's just that... I just don't understand why.
- Hey, are you all right? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yes.
You've got news? What news?
Marc, Marco. Please, do me a favor and look ahead, okay?
I'm fine, I'm fine. What happened, Ramón?
Come on, we're almost there.
I understand. I get it, Ramón.
But still. Still.
Listen to me, listen. If nobody takes this step, okay?
If everybody hides their head and acts stealthily,
and doesn't at least attempt to show up the state,
the justices or other people...
I'm sorry, here.
- Call again. Keep at it. - Yes. I said yes.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Call Manuela.
- You'll have to move this car. - Yes.
- I said yes. - I'm fine, I'm fine.
I'm in hysterics, but I'm fine.
So what do we do now, Manuela?
I'm talking about the trip to Corunna.
I show up there and waste my time,
knowing that they won't pay any attention to me.
I think that today,
that it's still a waste of time.
But tomorrow, whatever you do,
will end up helping someone.
Well, then let's go look at those justices in the face.
Javi, where's the chair?
The wheelchair? How would I know? Probably stuck away somewhere.
Well, then find it and clean it up.
Then come here with your grandpa and I'll explain things to you.
We're gonna fix it up, okay?
- Come on, man. - Are you going to make it motorized?
You have to cut through here and here.
- So the back can move, right? - That's right.
Now, you see those tubes down there?
You have to cut them.
And then fasten them with some nuts, so they move in a hinge.
- Do you understand? - I do, go on.
What about you, Dad?
You'll have to be partly lying down, son.
You may fall asleep in court.
I'll only sleep if they don't say anything interesting, Dad.
DIE TO LIVE
LETTERS FROM HELL
And on top of that, a pillow, to rest the head.
I don't want to fall over backwards and break my neck.
Huh, Javi? Break my neck? I'll break my neck.
Grandpa.
Look, if that's what you call help, better not help at all.
Is that too tight?
You're asking me?
Hey!
One second, please, Ramón.
God, Manuela. If I'm gonna look even more ridiculous...
Better this than to catch a cold.
And don't anybody take it off.
You're Ramón Sampedro, right?
I was hoping I'd get to drive you, man.
DECRIMINALIZE EUTHANASIA NOW
Oh, wow, check this out.
Who have we killed?
Ramón, do you feel lonely, taking into account that, until now,
you're the only Spaniard who has requested active euthanasia?
Well, yes... I'm the first one to request it publicly, aren't I?
But this has been taking place out of sight for many years.
What do you expect from the justices? What will you tell them?
Well, I just want to tell them that I am...
of sound mind and judgment.
Quiet.
Quiet, please.
In a self-proclaimed secular state,
one that acknowledges the right to private property,
and whose constitution also covers the right
to not endure torture or degrading treatment,
it's only reasonable that someone who deems his condition as degrading,
like Ramón Sampedro,
could take his own life.
Actually,
nobody who attempts suicide and survives is tried later on.
But...
when you need someone else's help to die with dignity,
then the state interferes with the independence of those people
and tells them that the life they live is not theirs to take.
Your Honor, this could only be done based on metaphysical beliefs.
In other words, religious beliefs.
I say it again, in a state...
who claims to be a secular state.
Judges, I only ask for a judicial reply,
but above all else, a rational and humane response.
And now, if the court would allow it,
Ramón Sampedro, who's sitting in the audience,
would like to read a short brief.
Overruled.
Judges, my client wishes to address you directly
so you can hear in his own voice...
Counselor, you know the procedure as well as we do.
Of course I do, I know it perfectly well.
But I apologize, your Honor, I didn't think it was so irrelevant
or out of place to devote three minutes of your time, just three minutes...
to hear out a man who's been waiting for 28 years.
If you wish to change the proceedings, change the laws.
Right, yes, of course, I know that.
Very well, this case is ready for sentencing. Have a good day.
Well... I knew you would laugh it off.
That's what all men do, they laugh me off.
- You wouldn't do any less. - Rosa, forgive me.
It's just that lately I've been going through a lot, you know? And...
Well, I'm a bit overwhelmed.
Why? Can't someone fall in love with a quadriplegic, or what?
Is that so weird?
Well,
maybe we should make a few things clear, shouldn't we?
Especially if we're talking about something as complex as love.
- Complex? - Yes, complex, Rosa.
Even though you may say now that you, that you love me,
I will never be able to be sure of how real your love is,
and... or how much of the idealization
of a man that you wished you could find but couldn't, or that didn't last.
What the hell are you saying, Ramón?
Don't try to trick me.
You either love or you don't. Love can't be reasoned out.
Okay, okay, be that as it may.
Let's see, what do you want me to do? Shall I move in with you?
I'm content with knowing I can come see you every now and then.
Of course you can, dear. Of course you can.
Yes, but for how long?
Oh, Rosa, no.
Rosa, you're not about to ask me to go on living for you, are you?
What if I told you that...
that you give me the strength to live, Ramón?
Okay, okay, hold on. Hold on right now. Hold on a second.
Sit there.
Let's see.
Do you love your children?
Sure, how could I not?
Well, there's your strength to live, then.
Don't, don't, don't, don't burden me with that responsibility, okay, Rosa?
That's what you call love?
Holding me here against my will?
Look,
the person who actually loves me will be precisely...
the one who helps me die.
That's loving me, Rosa.
That's loving me.
Dear Julia,
I was advised of the sentence of the provincial hearing yesterday.
Though the judges understand my wish to die,
they remind me that helping me would be a penalized crime.
In another time, this would have affected me greatly,
sending me straight into that dead end
of neverending days and nights.
But now, since everything's speeding up,
and the book will be published any day now,
you will come back, Julia, my Juliet,
and it'll be the sweetest death I could have ever imagined.
It will be a love pure and shared,
and it'll be the return to balance...
to perfect balance, at last.
A kiss, my beloved.
All right, later.
Should I open it for you?
It's the book.
Look, it's the book, you're on the cover.
It smells so nice.
It's for you.
I'm gonna go show it to Mum.
Why? Why?
- Why? Why? - Easy, easy.
Why can't the others change, Manuela?
- Why can't I make do with this life? - I'm gonna give you a sedative.
Why? Why do I want to die?
Why do I want to die?
Why? Why?
Why do I want to die? Why?
Here. Drink up, drink.
Give me two more, Manuela.
Manuela, for God's sake, two more pills won't kill me.
Give me two more.
- Why? - You'll be fine soon.
- How are you feeling? - Fine.
What time is it?
11:00. I didn't want to wake you up today.
The Boiro girl called three times already.
What did she want?
She said she has to talk to you about something important.
It's always something important with her.
Well, dial her for me.
Are you going to call her? Better wait for her to call back.
Come on, she can barely afford her phone.
Please dial her number for me.
But of course, Ramón. You have a heart of gold.
- Ramón? - What's up, Rosa?
I have to see you. I want to talk to you.
Since you told me to call you first before stopping by...
Right, but is there something wrong?
Can I come now?
Look, Ramón,
you told me you had a plan or something like that,
that you were going to find a way to do what you want to do
if the justices didn't agree with you.
Yes, Rosa, but I've already apologized to you for that, haven't I?
I told you to forget about it.
Yes, but it's just that I can't. I can't. I can't, you know?
Because last month, for example,
they said no at the hearing.
So you're still thinking about doing it.
And that's what has you so worried? That I get my way?
- So you're gonna do it? - It's not so easy, Rosa.
But take it easy,
you'll be the last one to know.
Ramón, it's just that...
I understand, you see?
I understand what you said to me in Corunna.
"The person who truly loves me will be the one that helps me. "
I'm quite certain of my feelings, Ramón.
I love you.
Do you want me to help you?
- Rosa. - I'm serious, Ramón.
Do you want me to help you?
Damn it. I knew it. Get out of there.
But what are you going to tell him? José, wait.
Didn't you hear? I can't allow it to happen.
And what will you do about it? What are you going to do?
Are you going to tie me to this bed more than I already am?
Or will you dope me up, like they used to at the hospital?
Nobody will prevent me from leaving here, okay?
- Is that so? That so? - And least of all you.
We'll see about that.
Or does my opinion count for nothing in this house?
I'm your older brother. I'm the head of the family.
So what? Do you think that means anything to me?
Huh? At my age? To me, what's important
is what people have in their head, man.
And yours is full of sawdust.
But I won't go on being... a slave to your ignorance, you see?
- Or to your conscience of altar boy. - And what about me?
Am I not a slave as well?
What do you think I felt when I had to stop going out to sea
to come to live here, in this shitty orchard? Huh?
To be with you. To only be with you.
Me, my wife and my son.
Your slaves, all of us.
Hello.
- Your uncle is going to Boiro. - To Boiro?
For what?
To spend some time there, he says.
He's leaving with that woman... Rosa.
Oh, boy. They getting married?
Getting married?
- What do mean you're leaving? - Yup.
For how long?
I want to give you my book. You see it over there?
- It won't be published anymore? - Of course it will.
- But that's the first copy. - Oh.
Look, open to the bookmark.
- "To My Son"? - Yes. Go ahead, read it.
"To My Son. Forgive me, son, for not being born.
It wasn't my fault you were left behind.
It was the... it was the roses that were afraid.
Forgive me for not being able to play with you.
I don't know if you will have been born once I've passed on.
Always remember I still love you.
Kiss your mother for me,
and don't hold a grudge against me.
- Hatred is never good. " - Very good.
- Do you get it? - Yeah.
Let's see.
Well, it's about a son you never had,
uh... so it's like you're talking to him.
And you apologize for not having had him.
Very good, but what did I add at the bottom there?
"To Javier. "
- So? - So what?
You don't see what I'm trying to say?
But I'm not your son.
Of course you are not.
But if I'm dedicating that poem to you,
it must mean something, right?
But I'm not your son.
I don't know what... what they teach you in school these days, eh?
Come on, go on, man. Go on.
Everyone is so weird today...
Ramón, how are you? Yeah, hang on, I can't hear you.
- Tell me, handsome. - Nothing, you know.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Yes, Rosa told me this afternoon.
- You're probably impatient. - Just a tad.
Hey, Ramón, about this...
they were telling me about that thing you know.
- What thing? - Well, you know, the...
- The powder? - The powder, yes.
You have to calculate an exact dose of 200 milligrams.
- Gené... - However, it is likely
that it will be a bit painful. It's better you know.
Gené, Gené. Okay, let's see...
I think it's best if you wash your hands clean of this.
I'm very worried they might get you involved some day.
Actually, that's why I'm calling.
I want us to say goodbye and...
and to not talk ever again.
It's for your own safety.
Don't even discuss it with Marc.
Yes, of course. I understand, I understand.
So this is... this is...
- goodbye. - It is.
It's better this way.
Okay, sure. Sure, sure.
But, but just let me... let me tell you something.
Ramón, think this over as many times as you need to.
Don't feel pressured. I mean,
if you're going to do it, don't do it in order to...
in order to set an example,
or to not disappoint the public, or us, or the association.
Nobody is forcing you to do it if you don't want to, you understand?
- Do you understand me, Ramón? - You too, Gené, my child.
Forgive me, Ramón.
Goodbye, Gené.
Have a nice trip, friend.
Goodbye, Manuela.
And you, behave yourself, all right, Javi?
I got your poem, finally.
Come here a second.
Give me a hug.
Do me a favor. Take care of your grandpa, okay?
Take care of your grandpa.
Okay, Ramón. Here we go.
Could you close the door now, kid?
Let's go. Close it.
So what did you lose in Boiro, chief?
I'm going to the beach,
to get some fresh air.
Fresh air? That's great, man.
This is the best I could find with the money you gave me.
And I told them about the view. Do you like it?
Where do I sign?
- For what? - To marry you.
He's out.
Look at him. Since I don't move...
Ramón,
if it's true that there's an afterlife...
I know you'll think it's silly, huh?
But please, send me a sign.
- A sign? - Whatever.
I was never afraid of spirits.
I will be very, very watchful, just waiting for it.
- Will you do it? - Of course.
But you know what... you see,
between you and I, I think that after we're dead,
there isn't anything.
It's just the same as it is before we're born, there's nothing.
How can you be so sure, Ramón?
- Nobody knows. - I'm not sure.
I just think there is nothing. It's just... it's just a hunch.
It's like when my Dad looks at the sky and goes, "Tomorrow it's gonna rain. "
And it rains.
It's just a feeling.
But don't you forget one thing:
I'm going to be in your dreams.
I'm going to come... to your bed, at night,
and we're going to make love.
And in case I fail to tell you in your dreams, I'm gonna say it now:
Thank you, Rosa.
From the bottom of my heart.
Thank you.
Honorable Justices, political and religious organizations,
what does dignity mean to you?
Whatever the answer your conscience gives you,
I want you to know that, to me, this is not living with dignity.
I would have liked to, at least, die with dignity.
Today, worn out by institutional negligence,
I'm forced to do it in hiding, like a criminal.
You should know that the process that will lead to my death
was scrupulously divided into a series of little actions
that do not constitute a crime in themselves,
and that were carried out by different friendly hands.
If the state still insists on punishing my coconspirators,
I would advise you to have their hands chopped off,
because that's the only thing they contributed to this.
The mastermind, that is to say, the conscience, was all me.
As you can see, there's a glass of water by my side
with a dose of potassium cyanide.
Once I drink it, I will cease to exist,
thus renouncing my most precious possession, my body.
I believe that living is a right, not an obligation,
as it has been in my case,
by forcing me to endure this miserable situation for 28 years,
four months and... and a few days.
After all this time, I look back on the road I've traveled
and the numbers don't add up to happiness.
Only the time that has passed against my will
during almost all my life
will be my ally from now on.
Only time and the evolution of consciousness
will one day decide
whether my request was reasonable, or, or not.
Well, then.
Hot.
Marc's not coming?
He's on the beach with the baby. He loves the sea.
- They're not going in, are they? - No, it's too cold.
- How you doing, beautiful? - Fine.
- Hey, will she understand me? - Yes.
Well, I mean can... can she follow a conversation and all that?
Yes, yes, yes. Well, at times it's a bit difficult for her, but...
- Okay, I'm gonna go see her. - Okay.
- See you in a bit. - See you in a bit.
Hi, Julia.
Hello, how are you?
- Very well. And you? - Well... fine.
You have some house. It's beautiful.
Oh. Well, as you know, Ramón left me a lot of letters.
I think he found it amusing
to leave written things about to be found after his death.
The thing is, the other day I found this letter for you.
Ramón who?
Ramón.
Ramón Sampedro.
Your friend, Ramón.
I introduced you guys.
Remember?
You did?
Yes.
It's nice out here.
Out to sea. Out to sea.
And in the weightlessness of the deep, where dreams are fulfilled,
Two wills come together to fulfill a wish,
Your gaze and my gaze like an echo repeating wordlessly,
Farther out, farther out,
Beyond the other side of everything, through blood and bones.
But I always wake up and I always want to be dead,
Your hair forever caressing my lips.