Start tomorrow. Clerk to the board of directors.
Tamales! Tamales!
Magic inks.
Very light blow.
Invisible ink for your secret letter.
Sir?
I-I...
- I would like... - You don't have to say anything.
Does she know you love her?
Yes.
Yes, and of course, she loves you.
Yes.
Do her parents know?
No, they don't.
What do you call her?
My flower.
All right, this is what you could say.
"My beautiful
and beloved flower.
Nobody can cut
the stem
of our love.
My life, my soul,
be strong.
Don't give up."
I baptize you in the name of the Father...
"Don't give up."
I can't read or write.
- Don't worry, I can. - I got this.
Would you read it to me and maybe write an answer?
Yeah.
"My beautiful and beloved flower.
No one can cut the stem
of our love.
My soul, my life, be strong.
Don't give up
because our love is deeper
than the deepest ocean. Emilio."
That's... that's a wonderful letter.
That's a wonderful letter.
I know just what your answer should be.
This must stop.
- This must stop. - What must stop?
"Our coffee comes in strong brown sacks.
Load well, but never tire your backs.
Unload in Miami, these coffee beans
and keep them dry...
...by any means." - What do you call this?
- A-a bill of lading. - A bill of lading?
- Yes. - In rhyme?
Yes.
And this..."To James Robinson and Company, Lombard Street,
London, England. Beloved sirs.
I write with all the ardor I can muster
to thank you for your exquisite letter of 16th Aug.
My heart beat faster as I read each word.
Oh, sirs, with all tenderness at my disposal,
I kiss and embrace you and sign myself, dare I say..."
"...Adoringly."
This is not a business letter.
This is a love letter.
Love is the only thing that interests me.
Hmm.
Well, the trouble is
without the river navigation, there is no love.
It must stop.
If you can't write a straightforward business letter,
you will be put to picking up trash on the dock.
But I need love.
Don Leo, I need love.
I need love.
Dona Blanca.
- Good afternoon. - Dona Blanca, so nice to see you.
- You look wonderful, Dona Blanca. - You know my daughter-in-law?
Yes, of course, Dona Blanca.
Oh, my daughter was at school with her.
Yes, we paint at the park.
We met in Paris.
I thought her charming.
She has, alas,
a scandal in her family.
- Mother, please. - Apparently, there is no law,
human or divine,
her father has not ignored.
And now he's run away.
It's only to be expected from mules.
She does not eat eggplant...
and does not play the piano.
But she is learning the harp.
- Oh, do play for us. - Yes.
- Oh, do, please, yes. - I think not.
Serve the tea.
Well, what news from the great world?
Don Leo XII of the River Company says he's going to retire!
Oh, he's been saying that for years.
And if he does, who will succeed him?
- Oh, he has a nephew. - An illegitimate nephew.
- Florentino Ariza. - Mmm.
Do we know him?
I've seen him many times,
but I can't remember what he looks like.
Yes, such an odd person.
Impossible to describe.
He's...
he's not a person.
He's a shadow.
Oh. You know him?
I have my period.
How odd.
Just yesterday, I told my anatomy class
that married women have their periods
as often as three times a week.
When can we move into our own house?
- Not yet. - When?
Not until your mother dies.
I married a weakling.
Would you have been better off with Florentino Ariza?
You don't see him...
but I do.
How joyless I am now.
Would I have been happier with him?
Poor man.
Ah, I am Dr. Juvenal Urbino.
I would like to see Don Leo.
He is having his siesta. Please, wait.
Should be awake in five minutes.
And you are?
His nephew and chief clerk, Florentino Ariza.
Still asleep.
Please.
Would you like a coffee?
Do you like music?
I like the music of Carlos Gardel.
I see. Popular music.
Yes, but...
we must keep performing the best music in our city.
We must import the greatest artists
from Europe.
Hmm.
I am working on it.
And of course the Poetic Festival.
That was my idea. I... I started it some years ago.
Yes, I know, I know.
Ah, well, I hope you will attend.
I mean to. I may even enter a poem.
Really? How amusing.
Of course, one needs to...
raise money for these things.
That is why I am here to see your uncle.
Hmm. Hmm.
My wife supports me in this.
I will say more.
My wife is the very soul of my endeavors.
Without her I... I would be nothing.
I adore my wife.
Thank God he's awake now.
Ladies and gentlemen,
damas y caballeros,
I welcome you to the Poetic Festival.
As in years past,
this year's Golden Orchid will be
presented by none other than...
my wife.
Just in time.
And the winner of this year's Golden Orchid is...
Wing Wu Peng.
What?!
It's a scandal!
What was the name?
It sounded Chinese. It's impossible.
- Read his poem. - Yes.
- "Your body is a holy garden..." - Believe me,
my heart goes out to you.
I know you must have entered a poem
because of how the flower trembled in your lapel.
That's why I took mine off.
"Your body is a holy garden..."
Would you like me to see you home?
Go, horse, go.
I'm sorry to have been so silent, but...
I'm still very angry.
I understand.
But we should at least tell each other our names.
I am Florentino Ariza.
Sara Noriega.
Thank you. Good health.
Would you like to see my albums?
- Your what? - Albums...
photographs of public events.
I'm a teacher of civics, you see.
Really? Of course I would like to...
to see them.
What is it?
May I sit beside you...
- and cry? - Of course.
Of course.
Hmm.
I'm so...
disappointed.
I can't stop.
Maybe you should loosen your bodice.
It will help you to feel more...
comfortable, you know?
May I help?
Tomorrow we do it in bed.
You are quite wonderful.
Tell me, how would you define love?
- Love? - Mm-hmm.
Love is...
love is everything we do naked.
Spiritual love from the waist up,
physical love from the waist down.
Mm-hmm, yes,
divided love.
That could be a poem...
"Divided Love."
Yes, it could be.
Let's write it together,
a poem on divided love.
We can enter it in next year's Poetic Festival.
We'd be certain to win.
- Tell me, tell me! - Yeah.
That's a good idea.
Divided love!
Calm down! Calm down!
Stop it, calm down, horse!
- Miss? - Calm down.
Miss?
Please, allow me to give you a lift.
Please.
Thank you.
Hey! Hey!
By the way, I am Florentino Ariza.
Olimpia Zuleta.
Am I taking you out of your way?
Not at all. Not at all.
I would have been in terrible trouble if I had lost my parasol.
- Why so? - My husband gave it to me.
Oh.
Married long?
Just over a year.
Just a bride.
He's a very jealous man, my husband.
What does he do?
He sells trinkets in the market.
- Oh. - And pigeons.
Excuse me, sir? We're here.
Yes, senora. Ho, ho!
How do I thank you?
You could sell me a pigeon.
They're not for sale.
Then what must I do to get one?
Well, you find her in a storm.
You drive her back to the coop.
This is how I say thank you.
Go away! Leave me alone!
Go away! Go away!
I don't know who are you!
- I don't know! - Help me!
Who am I? Who am I?
And whose son are you?
- I'm yours. - Whose son are you?
- Wake up. Look after her! - Ay! I fell asleep.
Where am I now?
Uh, Rosy... Rosy Martinez.
- Oh. - Who is this Rosy Martinez?
From a children's story long ago...
Give her the breakfast.
Oh!
At last you are here.
Oh! Where have you been?
You're never coming to see me.
Oh, you little boy! Such a wonderful boy!
And his name is...
his name...
Go on! Go! Go!
Go back to your whores!
You took advantage!
The only disease you ever had was cholera.
No, Mama. You confused cholera with love.
Mm-hmm.
Didn't you like the nice gentleman?
Huh?
I must see you again.
And for only one reason.
Not such a nice gentleman.
- Senor Ariza? - Yes.
The pigeon lady sends you this
and says please keep the cage locked.
Um, if it flies again, she will not send it back.
In many ways it was sinful.
And I am a saint.
Because you see, Ricardo, I persisted.
I broke down her defenses and stormed the citadel.
Olimpia Zuleta never refused the meetings I arranged.
But then, I got tangled in my own net.
I thought it would be the same
as it was with the others.
Just another escape route from Fermina.
But then, I found myself falling for her.
And I became a lover in pursuit.
I hunted her.
I was the lover who never showed his face.
I will never be able to smell turpentine again...
without thinking of this
blessed afternoon.
No, wait, wait.
What?
What are you doing?
You will see.
No!
He told the police why he did it.
Doesn't mention you.
¢Ü There's no more life, there's not ¢Ü
¢Ü There's no more rain, there's not ¢Ü
¢Ü There's no more breeze, there's not... ¢Ü
The sky is crying for Olimpia.
And so am I.
¢Ü There's no more crying, there's not ¢Ü
¢Ü There's no more fear, there's not... ¢Ü
What have I done? What have I done?
¢Ü Take me there ¢Ü
¢Ü To where you are ¢Ü
¢Ü Take me there ¢Ü
¢Ü To where you are ¢Ü
¢Ü Take me there. ¢Ü
What's the... what's she going to the market for at this time of the night?
So whose son am I, Mama?
Eh, whose son am I?
I hoped your mother would have liked my singing.
I know she would. I know.
The only regret I have in dying
is that I can't sing at my own funeral.
Good people!
Good people.
Fellow citizens,
we are gathered here at the dawn of a new century.
The 20th century will see the end
of man's suffering.
The 20th century
will bring us harmony, peace,
and it will bring us light!
"474...
Peruvian spinster, Luisa...
Sunday school teacher."
My destiny in life
is to love Fermina.
Senor?
Senor.
Over there please.
Come on, come on!
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
Try it.
Tell me what you think.
Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
What is it?
Eggplant.
More, please.
Perhaps, as an act of remembrance,
we should name our next child
Eggplant Urbino.
I love you
above all else.
More than anyone else in the world.
The important thing in marriage is not happiness
but stability.
And love.
Nothing is more difficult than love.
Senora, buy my parakeets. Look, they're very pretty.
Senor Ariza,
we wanted to thank you.
Sorry?
You wrote letters for us.
Ah, yes. I remember, yes.
It was the only time I wrote letters for...
for both lovers. It was like writing to myself.
We're married now.
Good.
We wanted to ask you, will you be godfather?
Yes, of course.
He's our first son.
Yes, I will be honored.
I'll be damned. You screw just like your father.
Well, I just dropped in to tell you
I've decided to retire
and I'm appointing you president of the company.
And you, senorita, please feel free to continue.
I swear on my word of honor that I have not seen your face.
So, please.
Shh!
Shh. Stop it.
You'll wake Fermina. It's Sunday.
It's Sunday today. You've... you've missed mass.
You haven't taken your communion
for at least three weeks.
Have you lost your faith?
- Doctor. - Yes.
Look at me.
What? What is it?
Her smell is in my nostrils.
I have the right
to know who she is.
Her name is Barbara Lynch.
How long has it been going on?
Three months,
nearly four.
- Where did you meet her? - She's a patient.
What is...
what is she, this... this patient?
A doctor of theology,
a Protestant.
She has a mission by the harbor.
I thought
at least you...
you'd be a man
and deny the whole thing.
I thought at least you'd...
you'd lie to me.
I f... I feel
as though a great weight
has lifted from my shoulders.
I... I will put an end to it.
And I'll go to my confessor
and ask for absolution.
Come on, let's go, it's going to rain.
I have been waking
in the early hours of the morning
and then unable to go back to sleep.
And I have
sudden stabbing pains in my chest.
Worst of all, in the afternoons I...
I simply want to weep
uncontrollably.
I think I am going to die.
That would be best.
Then we could both have some peace.
Bedtime, kids. Go.
We're going to eat our dinner, Aunt Fermina.
Thank you. Thank you.
Do you still recognize me...
the fat old thing that I have become?
It's been over a year
and not a whisper, not a hint.
Nobody knows where she is.
I have made myself believe
that if she were dead
I would have heard.
All I can do to keep myself sane
is to follow my routine:
472, Maria Florida...
sells flowers in the market.
499, Josephine Triola...
I-I don't exactly know who she was.
544, Galetia Fernandez...
nothing memorable to report.
Routine is like rust.
I could stay here forever.
You should have come sooner.
You did the right thing...
teach him a lesson.
And what happened to the man
who sent you all those telegrams?
Oh, he's very grand now.
President of the River Company of the Caribbean.
Hmm. Do you still see him?
Of course not.
And anyway...
he's not a man. He's a ghost.
It was all an illusion.
And you, Hildebranda,
what happened to your married man?
He stayed married.
- Three days! - Less than that.
Can I take care of your horse?
Uh-huh.
It is better to arrive in time than...
than to be invited, no?
- Hildebranda. - Juvenal.
- Are your boots still killing you? - Thank you, God.
How good you are.
I must get the children ready for supper.
- Come on, kids. - I'll go first.
- No, I'll go first. - I'll go first.
I'll go first.
What are you doing here?
Well, I know you would be too proud
to return on your own, so I have...
I have come to fetch you.
I... I thought
we might have a second honeymoon.
But the following night, while the old man slept...
- Oh, dear God, now what? - Shh, please.
Shh, Fermina.
Thank you, God. Thank you.
Excuse me.
It's been a long time since I've seen her.
Good evening.
And she has changed, Ricardo.
But, what was worst,
is that her husband seemed younger than ever.
And I had this...
terrible thought that she would die first.
Heaven forbid.
And it made me realize
that I have grown older too.
Those stairs...
up and down those stairs will kill me.
Uh, I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of old age.
So...
I doubt I will be coming here so often.
Why are you so successful with women?
Um...
because they see in me someone...
guilty.
In need of love. Someone who will not...
harm them.
My heart has more rooms than a whore house, Ricardo.
What number are you on now?
Prepare yourself for a shock.
I'm on number 622.
Impossible.
I speak the truth... 622.
Some time ago...
I forget exactly when...
Uncle Leo asked me to keep an eye on the daughter
of some distant relation of ours from Puerto Padre.
She was being sent here to college
to become a teacher.
And then, little by little,
I won her confidence and affection.
And in due course, the doors of heaven opened to her.
Her name is America Vicuna.
We see each other on Sundays.
We are quite open about our, what shall I say?
Friendship.
For one thing, the difference in our ages
places us above suspicion.
Someone has died.
Huh-uh.
It's Pentecost.
No. No, it must be a...
a very big fish if they are ringing the cathedral bells.
Mmm.
America.
You must go back to college.
My driver will take you. There is something I have to do.
Fermina...
I have waited for this opportunity for 51 years,
nine months and four days.
That is...
how long I have loved you from the first moment I cast eyes on you
un... until now.
Florentino Ariza...
get out of here!
Get out!
"Florentino Ariza,
you are a dreadful, insensitive human being.
How dare you enter my house
on the day my beloved husband died
and utter such monstrous, ridiculous sentiments?
You have put me in a mortal rage,
which has caused me to think about you without wanting to.
Do you understand?
I do not want to think about you. Stay out of my life."
Go, donkey, go!
Hi, dear. Let's not waste time.
I don't want to see a movie.
Do you know what I want to do?
Before you go home, I have something to tell you.
Pull over. Pull over, please.
I'm going to get married.
It's a lie. Old men don't get married.
Who is she?
- Do you want to cry? - No!
I don't know who she is.
But whoever she is, she has ruined my life.
America, you must...
I don't want to hear it, Florentino.
I'm warning you.
"Please allow me to wipe the slate clean.
Age has no reality except in the physical world.
The essence of a human being
is resistant to the passage of time.
Our inner lives are eternal,
which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous
as when we were in full bloom.
Think of love as a state of grace...
not the means to anything,
but the alpha and omega.
An end in itself.
Think of love as a state of grace...
not the means to anything,
but the alpha and omega.
An end in itself."
The messenger is waiting for a reply.
Mother, what is it?
Someone wants to call on me.
Who?
Don Florentino Ariza.
The man who owns the riverboats?
You know what they say about him?
No.
They say he has never had a woman.
In fact, they say
his tastes are quite the opposite.
They say he has a secret office
where he takes boys he picks up on the docks at night.
I simply don't believe that.
I've known him since he was a boy.
He's an honorable man.
Everything in the world has changed.
I haven't. Have you?
What does it matter now?
I've just turned 72.
Yes, we are two old people about to be ambushed by death.
Do you believe in God?
No.
But I am afraid of Him.
Some of your letters were a great comfort.
I'm glad to know you received them.
What... what I most admired about them
was their simplicity.
They helped me a great deal.
In what way?
They helped me
regain some kind of peace.
You cannot imagine how happy
I am to know that.
But I don't agree with everything you say.
We have nothing in common except memories.
The young people we were are banished...
that was all an illusion.
Not for me.
Well...
I thought this might amuse you.
That must be 50 years ago.
At least.
I have something to say.
In my experience, when anyone says that,
it's bound to be unpleasant.
These frequent visits from the man you are seeing
are unseemly.
Ofelia, it's none of your business.
He is company for Mama.
- He consoles her. - Consoles her?
All he needs to do to complete his consolation
is to climb into her widow's bed.
Ofelia.
But don't you believe
that love justifies anything and everything?
Love is ridiculous at our age.
But at theirs, it's revolting.
The only thing that hurts me
is that I don't have enough strength
to give you the beating that you deserve
for being so insolent and evil-minded.
But you will leave this house right now
and I swear to you on my mother's grave
that you will not set foot in it again as long as I live.
Ofelia, Mama, let's not...
Life crippled that poor man 50 years ago
because he was too young and now you want to do it because we are too old.
What I'd like most is to walk out of my house
and keep going, going, going,
and never come back.
Well, you... you could take a boat.
Well...
I might.
I might just do that.
I have one.
The New Fidelity.
It's... it's leaving soon.
It's eight days up-river,
and five days on the return.
Travel is good for the troubled spirit.
Splendid vision of the Earth,
passing, changing...
as we travel by.
Come in.
Are your quarters to your liking?
It is the Presidential Suite.
It was my idea to install it.
I wanted to call it the Honeymoon Suite.
Do you want to be alone?
If I did, I wouldn't have told you to come in.
Juvenal is a good man. Is a good husband.
I can't imagine a better one.
But when I look back,
I suppose there...
were more difficulties than pleasure.
Too many useless arguments.
Too much anger.
Maybe it's time...
to ask ourselves,
with our strong desire to live,
what to do with the love that has been left behind
without a master?
It's incredible
how one can be happy
for so many years
in the midst of so many problems,
so many squabbles.
Damn it.
And not really know if it was love or not.
Go now.
Not now.
I smell like an old woman.
I have never been happier in all my life.
¢Ü Oh, my love ¢Ü
¢Ü What wouldn't I do for you ¢Ü
¢Ü Just to take you for a second ¢Ü
¢Ü Away from the world ¢Ü
¢Ü And close to me ¢Ü
¢Ü Oh, my love ¢Ü
¢Ü Like the Magdalena River ¢Ü
¢Ü That it melts into sands from the sea ¢Ü
¢Ü I want to melt into you ¢Ü
¢Ü There are love affairs ¢Ü
¢Ü That wait until winter to blossom ¢Ü
¢Ü And get greener at night in the fall ¢Ü
¢Ü Just like this love that I feel for you. ¢Ü
Tomorrow we reach
our last port-of-call...
La Dorada.
And then...
turn back for home.
Don't look.
Why not?
Because you won't like it.
I have waited for this moment for 54 years.
Yes. Yes, you...
you've told me before.
I have remained a virgin for you.
You're a liar.
- Captain, Captain. - Thank you, sir.
Captain?
- Um, speaking hypothetically... - Hi, how are you?
Hello.
Speaking hypothetically,
would it be possible to make the...
- Captain. ...return trip without stopping?
- Thank you. - Without cargo
or passengers, without coming into any port...
Thank you.
...without... without anything?
It's possible.
But only hypothetically.
As you know better than I, the company has contracts to fulfill.
But there is one thing that could be done.
What is that?
If we had a case of cholera onboard.
Ooh.
We'd hoist the yellow flag and be quarantined.
Well then, let's do that.
I command this ship, but you command me.
If you're serious, just give me the order in writing
and we will leave right now.
I love you, my crowned goddess.
We're going to stay like this.
You can't mean it.
From the moment I was born,
I have never said anything I did not mean.
And how long do you... you think we can...
stay like this?
Forever.
Forever?
After 54 years,
seven months and 11 days and nights,
my heart was at last fulfilled.
And I discovered, to my joy,
that it is life and not death
that has no limits.
¢Ü I think of you every day ¢Ü
¢Ü I think of you a little bit more ¢Ü
¢Ü I tear my reason apart ¢Ü
¢Ü And I keep thinking of you ¢Ü
¢Ü And I keep thinking... ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going to Cartagena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going, I'm going ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm always sailing away ¢Ü
¢Ü Along with my woman ¢Ü
¢Ü Singing and singing ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm always sailing away ¢Ü
¢Ü Along with my woman ¢Ü
¢Ü Singing and singing ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü Already many women ¢Ü
¢Ü Have crossed the river ¢Ü
¢Ü Already in my memories ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the river ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going to Cartagena ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going to Cartagena ¢Ü
¢Ü Down the Magdalena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going to Cartagena. ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going to Cartagena ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going, I'm going ¢Ü
¢Ü I'm going, I'm going. ¢Ü
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