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Reverend mother, Sor Juana...
When you want, Sor Juana.
To our beloved mother, on the day of her patron saint...
reverenda mother, on such a happy day to congratulate her daughters...
we are smiling, that under your guidance we seek from heaven the path...
hidden. On one side the roses, on the other the thorns...
and on the top of the mountain, Jesus and Mary.
I ask Jesus for 100 years of life and his sweet mother, 100 years of happiness.
And so that I may enjoy them in holy joy that my dear mother deserves so well.
They laugh.
They are beautiful. -The joys of the Virgin of Carmen appear.
Go, go, do not get upset.
Very beautiful verses, I did not know we had a poet.
You will put them on paper for me to read more carefully.
They are already in place, reverend mother, if she serves to accept them.
Jesus, what good writings come.
And what border, do you also know how to paint? No, no, not that...
it has been copied by Sr. María Jesús, the border has been painted by Sr. Marcela...
sor Sagrario has made the ties.
And I did not know anything.
We had permission from Mother Ana of San Francisco...
he gave us the ribbon and the parchment. Very beautiful...
so the master of novices knows how to keep it secret too.
The Virgin Mary.
Without sin conceived.
What is offered, brother? -I have a gift for the prioress...
on behalf of the mayor, for the "monastic" -Onomastics, donkey.
Yes that, and that has told me that the gift is called Gayarre, goodbye.
Did they hear your obeisances, yesterday ring the bells of the church?
No. For the peal was by order of the mayor.
Since he has the frying pan by the handle that man has been unleashed.
The very heretic sent them to turn around in memory of the Republic.
Jesus, Jesus!, and the parish priest has consented. -Other than that...
Do you know what he has had the courage to say to our chaplain?
Because he is much more liberal than the mayor and that day...
thought he sings the preface with the music of Riego in the main mass.
Street, sister, do not say heresies. Those are slanders. -Not...
that Don Calixto has told me.
By the way, that to the white chasuble you have to put the strip of the center.
Again? -Other time, because it's a mess.
Don Calixto is a saint.
Precisely because of that, as he is so holy and so fervent...
he dies the silk with blows of the chest.
By the way, this is a gift from the mayor, his name is Gayarre.
Oh, look!
It would be good if they sent us a silent canary.
The Virgin Mary.
Without sin, etc, etc...
Good morning sister.
Good morning, Don José.
Of mint?
That is something that only the Lord knows.
But from "the rheumatism", servant is worse.
So strawberry and mint.
Good mix of flavors.
Well, that's his rheumatism, with all my respects they are his figurations.
Yes, yes, but I have one day today...
if I told him. Do not tell me, that it hurts me.
Oh, do not forget to congratulate Mother Teresa, who is your saint today.
Ah, yes, hey, that's why he gave us a little snack...
what do you think?
Let's see, and what's the matter with Benjamina? She's very worried...
sleep in the choir, sighs for no reason, cries without foundation...
and you do not want to eat more than salad. Grave affair.
How old are we? 18. How many of us in this holy house?
One, good one and a half.
To see that little face, of course, pale but turned...
the Lord has not had bad taste, no. Don José.
So, melancholy, sighs at the wrong time, reluctance.
Gymnastics. Gymnastics?
Gymnastics, yes.
Swedish gymnastics, push-ups, one, two, one, two, ah, cross arms.
As far as I know, gymnastics is not sinful...
and for her it will be a good medicine, every day...
cold bath and then Norwegian gymnastics...
Swedish... Either that or write to the dads of this creature...
to be taken home and look for a good boyfriend.
You can retreat and put on the right the
toques that look like they are going to fly.
And you, who preach marriage so much, why do not you marry?
I leave the newspaper, it seems that the government of Cánovas wobbles...
and that the tie at 5 with that of Sagasta is falling.
Well I do not marry because I've already been many years...
and makes some that I'm not melancholic.
Also in this world, with whom can one fall into temptations...
of marriage if all the pretty girls are here?
Don José, I'm going to have to get angry.
They say that the swallows every year, cross the sea...
and no one knows where. Who was a bird. Yes.
Sister, let's think that what they want is to fly out of here.
Suppose they had wings, where would they like to go?
I, at the end of the world. I, to the Holy Land, to see the ordeal.
I would go to the portal of Bethlehem and the garden of the house of Nazareth.
Like I was going to have a garden there.
Yes, with a stream and a rosemary hedge, the carol says so.
The Virgin washes diapers and tends them in rosemary...
and the little angels sing and the water laughs.
Tosa.
Again.
Aspire.
Deeper.
Cover yourself.
Oh, the weakest thing in this convent, it continues to be his heart.
And I see that you are still struggling to enter heaven...
at the strength of calditos, you are killing yourself with so much fasting...
and that is not good either in the century, or in the convent.
I forbid him to continue with that penance, he is staying anemic.
Can I smoke? You can smoke, don José. And sit down?
I told him, he's going for a year, to go to the capital to be seen...
the specialists and not even case.
But, Don José, how do you know that I...
What a servant mortifies herself with fasting.
Do not say that or joke. I speak very seriously.
Or eat me as mandated by the holy biology...
or the next time I talk man to man with...
the bishop, I give her as a suicidal nun.
It's bad?
Very serious?
I'm afraid so, mother.
My sister's husband, Bernabé, is a miner...
work in Centenillo's lead mines. Ah!
And the engineers are English.
Well, in my town, there lived a woman who was born in Ireland...
she had red hair and her face with freckles, they told her the red one.
I knew some prettier songs.
Especially a lullaby, which she sang in a very rare language.
And since I liked it a lot but I did not understand it, well...
I invented the words in our language and sang them...
with the thought. I also have a married sister...
has a child, brought him once to the convent. I when...
No, nothing. What was I going to say?
No, nothing.
It is a very personal feeling.
Go, tell us that feeling, which almost, almost, smells like sin.
Well, the thing is that, I, whenever I
communicate, it seems to me that I receive...
to the Lord as a child. In a child's figure?
Follow.
Yes, of a very small child and so I press against the heart...
and because he is so small and helpless he can not deny me anything he asks of him.
Did you talk about such imaginations with the confessor?
Y?
Don Calixto says that such imaginations are... De monjita.
Sister Marcela, come with me.
Regañina, "habemus".
Come on, Gayarre, come out, come on, you're free.
Flying.
Canaries as they are born in the cage do not want freedom.
They like to be imprisoned, like the nuns.
True?
Well you do very badly, son, because God made the air for the wings...
and the wings to fly.
And if he were happy like that, jumping between two canes...
and a leaf of lettuce? Let's hope he does not give it too by fasting.
Anyway.
Have.
And congratulations, mother.
So heretical that he is and remembers the saint of the day.
Of the saint no, of the saint, I had him ask Barcelona.
"The dialogs", by Juan Luis Vives. And in Latin.
And tell me, what gives you such admiration of him?
Juan Luis Vives felt perhaps like nobody...
the eternal poetry of the small and the everyday.
Is not it beautiful, Don José, to look at the stream...
and smell a bouquet of thyme, and watch the sunrise...
when the world seems like freshly bathed and there is a transparency...
in heaven that they will not have the rest of the day?
The beauty of the vulgar, the harmony of the ephemeral, perhaps...
the most real pictures of this life.
Knowing how to look is knowing how to love, right?
Making the cell visit and arriving at that of Sister Marcela...
I found between the boards of the platform, hiding something...
that should never be in the hands of a religious...
object that is in itself, root of perdition and origin of slips.
What object is that?
A piece of mirror.
What does that say, Sister Marcela? What is it for?
Maybe to look at yourself and recreate your beauty, offending the Lord.
No.O to preen and rehearse grimaces and looks. No, no.
They already know his obeisances that he served sometimes...
and does not know why, has temptations of melancholy.
Already.
And when the servant is too squeezed by these temptations...
they give you ideas of climbing trees and climbing the walls
and to jump the walls of the garden and jump into the pond.
How do you know, Reverend Mother?
And as a servant, she understands that they are not well in a religious...
Extravagances.
Thank you.
Well then, take a ray of sunlight with the mirror...
and he walks through the branches and through the roof of the cell...
and between the trees or the walls of the parlor.
And with that he consoles himself, thinking that he is a butterfly...
or a bird that goes where the thought seems to him.
All right.
Well, because of that fault, although it's not serious, it's...
In short, let's say it is not the most appropriate in our institution...
I give you as a penance that I pray for 3 times the Psalm "Quandilecta".
Oh, one last thing, Sister Marcela, cut more hair. Yes, mother.
Something else? No, if his reverence gives his permission.
I would give food to that thought...
How many times have I told you about the hair?
The doorbell is heard.
The Virgin Mary.
Blessed and praised be the Lord, for ever and ever.
An angel, looks like an angel.
Look, he has opened his mouth.
Yes, he sucks his hands and laughs.
Take them off, that sucking, sucking is full of flat the poor.
Do not suck, my soul.
What a gift day, huh? Yes.
First Gayarre and now this.
Your obeisances have just had a month and a half girl, congratulations.
Have, Don José, to see if he likes it.
There was already such good wine in the taverns of the town...
as this one they keep for the mass.
And if it did not scare me, mother, I would tell her to drink every day...
a glass because it would be very good for him.
Wine has tannin, tones the heart...
and I would say even the spirit.
Anyway, as you know I'm single by the grace of the one above...
and free I am of the merit of having increased in a single individual...
the total population of Spain. I do not have a peseta either because...
this being a rural doctor is almost as terrible as being a teacher.
But I do have my four surnames and a hundred books...
that at the girl's disposal are for you to have...
an honest name and knowledge.
That means, that you are willing... To adopt it...
and give it to you pupil. Don Joseph, God will pay.
Now, what you have to see is what your superiors say.
I think that there will be a way to fix it.
I will put all my strength of persuasion in it. That is a lot.
I will make them understand that they do not
take care of that creature that the Lord...
has placed in our hands, it would be a charge of conscience.
I know my nuns very well. To all?
Why does he say that?
Do you think that the vicaria mother would welcome the girl?
That is, my daughter. Of course, the vicarious mother is only acid...
on the outside, his heart is the most tender of the convent.
By our pact.
Have.
Come on.
Drink!
Well, huh?
In vino veritas.
Amen.
And so little, does not breast almost anything, also helps him with porridge.
Oops!
Well, because yes, because you have to move it ..
Since you ask my humble opinion, I must say...
it is not the feeling or the natural instinct of women...
what should guide our behavior as nuns, but right reason.
I know, mother, I know, but seeing her there in her basket...
so helpless and so confident, I thought at once that it was...
a signal that the sky sent to this convent to prove...
the charity of their nuns. Nosotras when dressing this holy habit...
we have renounced the sweetness and joys of purely human love.
But even if we had such a right, a creature would stay here...
Sorry.
But I do know some people, and I know that people sometimes...
we are able to get good from evil and I also know, mother, that...
human beings, we are only newborn children...
abandoned with a lathe without any note that explains...
what we are, what is our destiny, where we come from...
and who and why he left us here from no one knows where.
That's why I think the girl is innocent, even if she was...
begotten in sin.
If such a sin exists.
Decide your reverence for me.
That I have vowed obedience and will abide by what I send.
In such a serious matter, for that creature...
as for the good order of this community...
I will not act against the will of anyone...
it will be enough for one of you to express your disagreement...
for don José and a servant to conclude this matter.
What does his reverence answer?
I, reverend mother, can not make a decision...
without the help of the Holy Spirit, whom I have invoked...
but I do not feel your inspiration in these moments.
Not making a decision, mother, is already a way of deciding.
Notify the court to have kindness...
and that proceed accordingly.
Mr Jose.
Hey, what's wrong?
It's funny, I have the feeling of having lost something, which was mine.
And what I already wanted.
Goodbye. Goodbye, Don José.
Good afternoon, ladies. Goodbye. Good evening, Don José.
Puellam habemus.
Then with your permission, I will arrange the papers for registration.
Good afternoon, ladies!
Good afternoon, Don José!
Puellam habemus. Stay, mother, stay!
Precious.
Mr Jose.
Do the charity when you leave telling the demander to come...
you have to know if you want to breastfeed.
Will I see her running around?
You know, mother, it's true.
Sometimes life smells like thyme and it seems like...
well bathed and also if you know how to look, love her, it's so easy.
Thanks for everything.
To you, mother.
And now that she is our reverend mother...
Does your reverence give me permission to kiss you? No...
which is not yet baptized.
How will we call it?
Welcome.
No, Maria del Milagro.
As the reverend mother.
That the reverend mother has not seen her yet.
Would the novice mistress approach me? Take, mother.
Jesus, what a small thing!
Puellam habemus, puellam habemus! What a woman's cross...
with how simple it would have been to say we stayed with the girl.
Oh, my God, and now the ladder is, oh, oh!
Sor Juana, stay with the girl until the demand is here.
Me, mother, me? Yes, you.
Have.
Come.
Vicarious mother.
Come on.
Mother, I do not know how to thank...
You hear praying.
Amen.
Oh, pretty girl, beautiful, but who loves you!
Fall asleep, my girl, fall asleep, my love, calm down...
that God cares for you, fall asleep, my baby, fall asleep, my love...
Oh, mother, it's so good to love, I feel so happy...
it seems to me that everything wants everything to call me today...
the bell, the trees, street, do not you hear them?
A little crazy if you have to be, even if it's love...
to hear the trees. I do not know how to explain, mother, but his voice...
The voice of who? Of Pablo, of whom he was going to be. Of course, of course.
Well, he said, it seems that his voice is speaking to me since I was born.
Oh, mother! The first day he said my name, Teresa...
you see what a simple thing, I thought...
that nobody had ever called me that.
Sir, and you still say, daughter, that you do not know how to explain.
And when he left, I came down the street telling me...
Teresa, Teresa, Teresa. Oh, mother, it's good to love!
I'm afraid you want that, because human love passes. It does not happen!
Yes, child, yes, sometimes it happens and yours can happen too.
And what will stay in your soul, if you put it all in that delirium.
Because you know, I think you have to feel pain...
a very big pain and very deep when someone is lost...
to whom we love a lot.
With that other love of yours. And you love him very much, right?
More than my life.
So much, I do not know, but it does not matter, because the case is...
love him.
And tell me something else, is he a good Christian?
We have not talked about that.-Girl, girl! But, does it matter so much...?
Letter, letter!
It is that, reverend mother, that doing the cell visit...
I found an object between the boards of the stage...
which clearly proclaims his crime.
Something that should never be in the hands of a modest religious.
Y?
A mirror.
And tell me, sister, what is your use? Servidora means...
that for nothing bad, that if anything for something rather innocent.
To what is now going to be virtue in a religious, keep a mirror...
to preen and rehearse grimaces.
Modernism is already entering the convents.
Lord, what times have we had to live!
No, reverend mother, servant sometimes has temptations of...
Melancholy and when you squeeze too much give ideas...
to climb the trees and climb the walls...
and to jump the walls of the garden and jump into the pond.
And as the sister understands that a religious is not well those...
What was it like? Extravagances, or quirks of thought.
That.
Well then the sister catches a ray of sunshine in the mirror and...
he walks through the branches and through the roof of the cell...
and so he comforts himself thinking maybe it's a butterfly or a bird...
and that goes where the thought seems to him.
It's okay.
For this fault I give you as a penance that before retiring tonight...
he appears in his cell three times the Quandilecta Psalm.
And even if it is delayed for a few years...
also a servant will pray the same penance tonight.
You can leave now.
Excuse me, but there is another matter that I want to deal with alone with you...
because this one is really important.
Did you know that the girl Teresa has a boyfriend...
and who apparently is madly in love?
The whole town knows it, because they do not fall back...
and they walk around and next to the river.
No, not that, until then the joke could come.
They are always accompanied by Don José, who always acts as a chaperone.
Did you know anything about this?
And who told you?
So, what can we do now?
There is a knock at the door.
It's going, it's already going.
The Virgin Mary.
With me you can save the password that I am not Lutheran.
A moment, first I'm going to see my friend.
What's up, man, you do not sing anything, huh?
Gayarre did sing.
Orange.
Of Orange.
The reverend mother prioress and the vicarious mother...
They have been waiting for a long time.
Of Apple?
The apple candies have not been invented yet, as far as I know.
And look where you have come to the appointment ahead of time...
because it's now five o'clock in the afternoon.
Well, we'll have the convent clock in advance.
Let's see.
Let's see how it sounds.
It's just that they're anxious to hear my news, take me. Come on.
You can not stop touching that little bell, which seems to go...
announcing a leper. They are the instructions of our order.
And this is old, is to warn that there is a male in closing.
Man in closing, but they are going to find out in the Vatican...
that make exception with me.
Their humility should make them understand that their convent...
it's just a drop of water in the ocean of Catholicism.
What a noveller you are.
To see more low, do you think well?
And what, do not you tell me about your rheumatism today?
Today comes crooked and I understand very well, because we are...
a little sad with this from the girl.
Dona Victoria Eugenia's wedding dress was all splashed...
with the blood of the horses and the dead men around him.
Here you can read everything, I leave you the Black and White.
I do not know where we're going to go, Jesus, Jesus! What a time.
How beautiful the queen is! They say she's very blonde, right?
Very pretty and blonde and above all who does
not know what country she has gotten into.
Take another pastry that Sister Agustina has made for them.
Oh, Lord! Who would have said it 18 years ago?
That we're going for old people, mother. How old are you?
Eenta.Pues nobody would say, seems "tally", that continues...
always in the "eenta".
Not even get married in our chapel.
I've already explained why you ladies, his mother...
it's old and sick. And also that I'm going to be present.
And as a sponsor, as it has to be, yes, Don José, we understand it.
It is very human that he wants the wedding to be celebrated in his town.
And if the Lord has so arranged, so must we accept it.
But then, go so far.
To America.
It is that here, mother, in our beloved bull's skin...
the things are very bad, we live days of disappointments, strikes...
disension and above all that the work that is there is little and bad.
That's why I think of America as a good solution.
But how many days will they take ship?
What if there is a storm?
Then, it will take a month for the letters to arrive.
Pablo, the future of Teresa, has promised me that before embarking...
we will put a part by radio and in the middle of the sea another...
and so you and I will know where they are going. From the sea?
And where do the words come from?
Loose in the air.
When the servant was in the century, they came by wire...
and it seemed like something from the devil.
Good and as for the other, to the assignment that they did to me.
Did he get it for us?
And nothing less than brought directly from Paris.
Now they wear this under the dress?
This, mother, this is very beautiful.
And now do me the honor of accepting these 250 pesetas...
For the fabrics that I do want them to run from my account.
No, but no, they have already quenched my thirst with lemonade, I do not want more.
By the way, do you know who I'm remembering?
From the reverend Mother Teresa. Of such a holy memory the poor, yes.
I would have been very happy today knowing that the girl is getting married.
When they baptized Teresita, the reverend mother had the kindness...
see if I was a good woman, to invite me to a glass...
of mass wine and at other times he did too.
Mother, have the kindness to bring Don José a glass.
By God, ma'am, do not bother me.
They are going to embarrass me. Let's go, Don José, for you, it should not be less...
a wedding that a baptism and that wine brightens the eye, cleans...
the tooth and heals the belly. And that? Mother Teresa said it.
Now that we are alone, mother, bless me apart from all of you.
But, Teresa, me. Please, I love you all...
but you are my mother more than any and more than all of them together.
No, do not say that, in the house of God we are all the same.
But in my heart you are the first.
And I do not care if he gets serious because I tell him.
I do not care...
because you are not to blame that I have so much love.
And for you to be my mother.
And the person I see when I think of my mother.
Teresa, in this house everyone will miss you...
all love you, all have always loved you.
From the same day that in which without knowing how or why...
you came to the convent. Where did I come from?
Where from, mother?
The courtship has greatly upset your nerves.
Is that always, I've asked myself that question many times...
since I had use of reason.
But knowing also that there was no answer.
Maybe I do, but it's my secret.
And maybe also something else, you, Teresa, at least for me...
so you came from heaven and I'm telling you the truth.
You see, when I entered the convent, I did not know if I had...
true vocation, on the one hand I felt it but...
I was so sad to remember my parents, my brothers...
from my house. Sometimes I thought that my site was not here...
but in a home, with my children and my husband.
But you know, you arrived and I forgot everything.
It was as if God suddenly gave me everything...
that's why I say you came from heaven, Teresa.
From the day you arrived, I started living such a full life,
in aspects I did not even imagine.
What a joy, Lord, to see you grow and hear you run around the garden...
and the patio.
And do not believe, that I once felt remorse for loving you so much.
I do not know if it is proper for a religious to profess so much love...
to someone in particular.
But it is a love that God knows there is in me, because he has given it to me.
Will you be happy with him? I think so, Pablo is very good and very happy.
I have also told him so many times that Sor Juana de la Cruz is my mother...
that whenever we speak, Pablo already calls you mother-in-law.
Jesus, what exaggerations!
What are you thinking about?
But I do not know how to explain myself.
But you still want me?
Goodness.
Teresa. Teresa.
Teresa.
Hey, will not you miss all this?
By your side, no. -It is that here, there is so much peace, so much peace...
and outside we make so much noise. But we'll be together.
If you continue that sad, I'm going to cry.
Teresa, tomorrow you leave this house, where you have lived 18 years...
without hardly realizing that you lived them.
Then these are moments, how would you say, very difficult for us.
Next week you will be a married woman and that...
even from our inexperience, we believe that it can be...
a adventure as happy as painful.
The men, Don Jose always tells us, they are very different from us
not better, or worse, different and I do not mean us...
as nuns, but as women.
I imagine that marriage, that love has to be a mixture...
so perfect, that you do not even notice the swings of the soul.
And you will need both passion and patience.
Men are demanding, Teresa, fickle and selfish.
But Pablo is very good.
No matter how good they are, they are used to sending...
since the world is world and that prints character.
Also, since you are very independent...
and you like to do your holy will.
Oh, mothers, I do not marry!
And I'm a nun, so they'll have to put up with me all my life.
That is what we expected.
She was born to a woman. I've always been very happy here...
but every time I went down to the town and walked the streets...
I gave my heart a few jumps, as if I had gone crazy.
But then, too, I really liked going back here, going home.
It was as if they were holding me in their arms when they arrived.
The wings of your angel, that was, that was waiting for you at the door.
And why should he wait here? His angel has always been with her...
right, Teresa?
Raise me "here" those scissors that I'm going to cut a shot and that's it.
So, we can put everything in the trunk, right? -Well, come on, come on.
Here are the lace shirts and petticoats...
be careful not to wrinkle. And here the handkerchiefs.
Bring, better in this tray.
Do not forget the pieces left over from the embroidered strips.
Jesus, what is so badly scratched, who would have been the sloppy one?
And the figurines, which you may need for dances, ..
And dinners and walks in the light of the moon.
Oh, my God, what a great pity!
The trunk key, hang it around your neck when you close it...
that's why you wear your tape and do not lose it...
which is an English lock and does not open another one.
Take this bag, it is full of lavender and lime peel.
Like she will not have her then better perfumes.
More expensive can, but better not...
what God has done and they smell clean and in good conscience.
Cry.
Fly, man, fly, God has made the air for the wings...
and the wings to fly.
They can happen now.
Come on.
What, today there is no candy, don José?
Have and do not comment with anyone, anise. Anise!
You wait here, now Teresa will come. Can I smoke?
But how are you going to smoke here, who can think of it. It's because of nerves.
What nerves and what nerves...!
Paul.
Smoke.
There is not much left.
The train passes at six, heading to the Asturias.
And from here to the station in the car there is almost an hour.
The boys wait.
So let's go.
Is something happening to you, Don José?
Nothing that does not cure the Quandilecta psalm.
I've wanted to see you for a long time...
but the first time I came to town was...
Advent. Advent and the second was...
Cuaresma. Cuaresma and both times Teresa told me...
that you could not be seen.
Naturally in time of penance we do not receive visitors.
Yes, ma'am, of saints who are not yet on the altars.
You do not know when I remember death...
the tranquility that comes to me when thinking that so many white hands...
van give for me, a little push in paradise.
Because with the family you will put some influence.
With the family?
And as I am going to be your son-in-law.
Also Mr. Don Pablo is very joker. No ma'am.
Well yes a little.
But I ask you to forgive me, it is fear.
Yes, ma'am, and a lot.
By force of respect and affection, I have come here disturbed...
as I never was, I do not know if to thank or ask for forgiveness.
When do they finally embark?
Well, tomorrow is the wedding, from today to 3 days.
From the port of Santander, do I get the tickets?
These are the passages, in second class.
That's why all this haste has been...
that I did not want to leave alone and...
I would have liked to stay in Spain.
In Havana, I'm going to work in El Encanto stores.
And in Havana there will be many mulattos, right?
What is full Havana, sister, is Asturians.
Will the girl get dizzy on the boat?
Take care of it a lot and when it's suffocated...
do not let her drink cold water she is very crazy for that.
And if it's cold and coughs, let's drink a glass of very hot milk...
with a spoonful of rum and a lot of sugar...
that is the only thing that makes her sweat.
Ladies, it's five o'clock.
It's time to leave.
Are you ready?
Well say goodbye to your mothers.
Bless me, mother.
May God bless you, Teresa. Mother...
Mother, I do not know what to say.
I do not know how to leave here.
I want them to forgive me, for all the damage I could have...
to make them in so many years.
That God will reward.
May God pay it to all.
Do not.
Do not cry, Teresa.
And smile.
That we see you happy and happy, as always.
And now, I'm sure, Teresa, they'll all want to hug you.
Will you do an examination of conscience every night? "" Yes, mother.
My girl, dear!
Write to us often.
Teresa, you are more obligated than anyone...
because you leave the same house of God. I know, mother.
Always keep in mind that your whole life is like a miracle.
I will have it.
I know you'll find what you're looking for in that world you're going to.
And that does not have to be your world less beautiful than ours...
because God is in all the worlds.
But if it were not so, my daughter, here is your house.
And my mother.
Goodbye.
Pray for me, please, and never forget me.
Because I will not forget them while I live.
We will pray every night for God to help you...
and we will also pray for you, Pablo.
With the influence that deserves to be of the family. Many thanks.
Happy?
And you, godfather, do not ever abandon them.
But what do you say, my daughter, do not leave them to me?
If this is my true home, more than 40 years entering here...
day to day, nobody is older than me inside these walls.
Not even the sister tornera.
And what your mothers have been to you...
for me they have been daughters.
I would like to die here inside.
So that they would close my eyes. Come on, who talks about dying...
that's me, that "the rheumatism" is going to kill me.
Wait.
Mother, Pablo wants to ask you a favor, but he does not dare.
If it's in my hand...
Go, tell it, without fear.
You forgive, I do not know the rules and I do not know if they can or can not...
Hurry up they're going to call in chorus.
Well, I would not like to leave without having seen their faces.
Today is a day to give.
Open the window, Sr. Rosalía.
You are Sor Juana de la Cruz, right?
You can retire.
Did you like the vision?
I will never forget it for many years that I live. Thank you mother.
Knowing how to look, is knowing how to love.
A friend of mine said it.
Mother. With your permission, reverend mother.
I have observed that some in prayer do not mark enough...
the division in the middle of the verse and instead...
they drag the last word regrettably.
Take care of this, because you know their reverences...
that the beauty of the trade, consists very mainly...
to mark the pauses and not to delay too much the endings.
Come on.
Subtitling done by Yolanda Moreno Fernández.