Congratulations, Senator. You're a grandfather now.
- I'm going to meet him. - Her.
It's a little girl.
Her hair is green.
Just like Rosa's.
Against all odds, my arrival brought a new harmony to the family.
I lived the first seven years of my life in complete freedom...
Albita.
...in that immense traveling wagon that the big house on the corner had become.
- Hi, Grandma. - Hello.
My grandmother Clara was the engine that made that magical universe work.
A place filled with enlightened people who sought answers in spirituality.
My grandfather never really belonged in that world.
And it wasn't until many years later that I understood why.
Grandpa?
My princess. There you are.
Grandma doesn't like it when you walk around this part of the house.
How about we keep it our little secret?
My dear radio listeners, we're pleased to announce
that the concert series at the metalworkers' union HQ continues...
My mother didn't speak about the past, much less about my father.
She kept busy, tidying up the house and fashioning her whimsical creatures,
unaware that she was crafting with clay
exactly what her Aunt Rosa used to embroider on her tablecloth.
...and winning over all the young girls' hearts.
Let's now listen to his first single.
From the hardworking lands of the South,
here's Pedro García.
The chickens lay all night awake
Slowly at dawn
They make the rounds, spread their wings
The future they will defend
And here comes the fox Like every night
To take, to steal their dignity
You won't be able to do it, my friend We are all witnesses
You are alone And there's more of us
And even if I changed my voice
Inside I still think the same
I'm going to disappear
And others will follow my cry
There's more of us There's more of us
There's more of us
THE HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS
"Experience the elegance of the Earth in your crystalline nature."
Poet, could you replace "elegance" with "fragrance"?
The strongest fragrance is that of the onion.
Where's Clara? I need to see Clara.
"Fragrance."
Clara!
Do you remember what this one's called?
That's not a star, it's Venus.
Very good.
And do you remember the name of those three over there?
Las Tres Marías, just like our farm.
What are you thinking about?
My father.
Sometimes, I dream that he didn't die in the desert.
And that he comes to visit me.
You know what?
I believe that if someone wishes for something with all their heart,
anything can happen.
My little girl.
At that moment, I didn't know that one of my grandma's last wishes in life
would be for me to meet my real father, who had never died.
CONCERT PEDRO GARCÍA
And there's more of us
It's time, we won't wait any longer
Excuse me.
Let's raise our hands
Let's defend our life and freedom
And if we go together There are more of us
There's more of us There's more of us
Thank you, comrades. Long live the people! And long live the workers!
My grandfather always told me that a song can also be used as a weapon in the fight.
I picked up my guitar, tired of seeing all the injustice in the fields.
Some might say that's cowardly or convenient, and maybe they're right.
But now, if you'll allow me, I'd also like to sing about love.
For man doesn't live by work alone, you see.
- Bravo! - This is for all of you.
I loved a moon A moon up high
A moon so white Shedding light on the fields
So beautiful in the farm
But things from the world
A wealthy man
He owned the farm The time and its seconds
The stars and the moons...
- Cheers, comrades! - Cheers!
Cheers. Thank you very much.
Thank you very much, likewise.
It's important to be here.
Cheers.
Pedro, my love!
You were amazing!
Clara's leaving us.
Clara's leaving us!
Marta, bring her back.
All right.
- It feels so good to laugh like that. - Yes.
Out of all our channeling sessions, this is my favorite, laughing.
- Grandma, are you okay? - Yes, my love. I'm fine.
Come here, my little girl.
It's over now. What's in the past doesn't exist.
What do you mean?
Time is fictional, sweetie.
What Nora means is that neither the past nor the future really exist.
Only the "now" exists.
Imagine that all things happen simultaneously.
That way, we can interfere with our past to create the future we want.
For example, going to the kitchen to find something to eat.
That's a great idea! All that spiritual work made me hungry.
Me too. How about you?
Let's go.
- Hi. - Hello, Clara.
What is happening to you?
Mom, please stop inviting people over.
I can't be everywhere to take care of all the chores in this house.
You saw Pedro.
Keeping things to yourself doesn't help, I'm telling you.
Neither does hating your dad forever.
What's that supposed to mean?
I just want you to be happy, my love.
Grandma!
What did you tell this girl that she doesn't want me to wear a watch?
If we don't measure time, how are we going to celebrate your birthday?
We'll celebrate it anyway.
Yes.
Tell your grandpa he can stay if he promises not to be a pain.
- Grandma says you can stay... - Yes, I heard. Thank you, Alba.
This little carrier pigeon has to go to bed.
Hello.
- How are you? - I'm good.
- Uncle! - Hey there, little one.
Did something happen?
It's been a while since we've all been together.
Today, we're having a family dinner.
Are you feeling okay, Mom?
I'll be waiting for you.
Férula died.
All of us - even those who stayed away from magic - could see Férula.
Forgive me, Clara, for not bringing you sooner.
She made me promise to keep her whereabouts secret.
I can't believe it.
I came to see her two days ago and she was fine.
Where's all the money I've sent her over the years?
What are you implying, Esteban?
I'm so sorry.
She liked to wear those kinds of dresses and wigs.
But she didn't harm anyone.
She prayed every day for the salvation of sinners.
I don't understand how she could live like this.
She had what she needed to live comfortably.
But you lacked everything else.
Do you know who helps me with the housework?
Blanca.
Sometimes I feel like something has changed inside her.
But she's discovered her talent for clay modeling.
Jaime works in a public hospital.
He'll soon be a doctor.
And you know what?
I love being a grandmother.
Albita is a shining star who was born to do the things we never dared to do.
She's the one who tells me that the hydrangeas we planted together
have bloomed beautifully.
I never went back to Las Tres Marías.
Every time I see hydrangeas, I think of you.
I think of you always, Férula.
Because since the day you left, no one has ever loved me as much.
We'll be together soon.
I curse you, Esteban.
Your body and your soul will shrivel, and you will die alone like a dog.
Esteban, are you okay?
I'll see you at the club, right?
No, thank you.
They're waiting for me at home.
For my grandmother, Férula's visit had been a confirmation of her fate,
although that was only perceptible to her.
So, she secretly began making arrangements before leaving us,
without any of us noticing.
What are you doing there?
I was in my hideout.
Oh, your hideout is very pretty.
I forgot you were still here, Mom.
There's something I want to show you.
Look.
This beautiful trunk...
where your mom loved to hide when she was a little girl.
One day, this will be yours.
Would you pass me the notebooks, please?
Thank you.
What we need to do now is take this trunk up to the attic.
Why, Grandma?
To keep it safe.
No one's ever ordered so many before.
But that's a good thing, Ms. Blanca.
Hand me that piece of paper.
EL CAMINO BLDG BLOCK 1641 APT 38
It's so odd that there's no name on it.
You know what? I'd better deliver them myself.
What? Aren't your students coming today?
They can come tomorrow.
- Are you sure it's here? - Yes, miss.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- Excuse me, where is 1641? - It's one of those over there.
Do you find this amusing?
No. Please, come in.
Welcome.
- May I see them? - You'll have to pay for them.
You're an artist, Blanca.
What happened to you?
A stupid accident.
Want some tea? The water's just boiled.
Do you still like it with honey?
Yes.
It's like being with a ghost.
Are you still with that count?
I thought my father had killed you.
It doesn't matter because too much time has passed,
and I'm not the same woman I used to be.
To me, you're still the same as always.
You were dead.
From that day on, my mother started seeing him in secret more often.
She'd tell us she was visiting some distant cousins.
And she'd return the next day with a smile I've rarely seen on her since.
Mom, what are you doing? It's late.
I want to donate some things.
You saw Pedro.
What a relief, daughter.
You two deserve to be happy together.
How? It's not like you can turn back time.
That's not what you're supposed to do. You have to keep moving forward.
Alba deserves it, too.
Think about it.
Let her meet him at least.
Let Pedro be a part of her life in some way.
I almost forgot...
Here.
Maybe one day you can use them for something other than playing dress-up.
Why are you giving them to me?
Because they were never meant for me.
They'll give you independence.
- Can I help you? - Yes, thank you.
Are you taking her to meet Pedro?
Are they yummy?
- Give me one. - No.
You're going to meet someone famous today.
Really?
Yes, the singer on the radio. Remember?
- Is that him? - Yes.
Alba, this is Pedro García.
- Hi. Are you my mom's boyfriend? - Alba!
What's wrong?
Nice to meet you, Miss Alba.
Do you play with two fingers?
No, with seven, look.
You always find a way to do what you love.
Don't you forget that.
Mom! Please! Can I go?
Pedro.
- I... - Don't say anything.
Let's enjoy this moment, okay?
That was the first time I saw a true love's kiss,
because no one was in love around me.
What I didn't understand at the time was that, out of fear of my grandfather,
my mom had to keep her relationship secret.
Mom, what's happening?
Mom, let me check you, please.
Come, sit down.
Breathe deeply through your mouth.
We have to go to the hospital. You need oxygen.
I don't want to go.
Mom, what are you saying?
That you won't be able to heal my body, son.
It's my soul that's ready to leave.
Mom, let me help you.
Jaime, son,
promise me you'll take care of yourself with the same dedication
you show for others.
Life is hard if we don't learn to ask for help.
You can't do it alone.
Are you saying goodbye?
My uncle Jaime tried to explain to us that my grandmother was ready to die,
and that science could no longer do anything to stop it.
I had never seen my grandfather so devastated.
For the first time, his rage was not able to distract him from his pain.
Eat.
It won't be long now.
We said we weren't going to cry.
Easy to say that when you're taking a shortcut alone.
Come visit us as soon as you can.
And remember every detail so you can tell us everything.
Yes.
I can't say for sure how much time passed.
The minutes seemed eternal,
but the days were far too short to say goodbye to her.
There's my birthday girl.
Did I tell you that the stars have aligned to endow you with gifts?
Many times.
You don't have to be afraid of death.
It's just like being born.
Besides...
if I can communicate with the afterlife,
how could I not come to visit my granddaughter?
Do you promise?
I promise.
It's Alba's birthday.
Today is a day to celebrate.
Little angel, where are you going?
Little angel, tell me how you are
Upon the earth you leave behind
Look down, the rest will be told
Little angel, little angel
My grandmother asked to be buried next to her mother's head.
That's how I learned about the contents of the leather hatbox
that I had used so many times to build my hideouts.
Many years later, I found out that the man with the gentle eyes
was Pedro Segundo García,
my paternal grandfather.
My mother fulfilled the wish of bringing me closer to Pedro Tercero,
but for a long time, she didn't dare to tell me the whole truth.
To keep her memory as intact as possible,
my grandfather didn't want anyone else to enter her room.
But he couldn't stop my grandmother's death
from completely upending our life in the big house on the corner.
Alba, let's go.
After she left, the spirits, the guests,
and that bright joy that always filled our home, all disappeared.
I couldn't live in the "now," like the Mora sisters had told me to.
Because, without my grandmother, my present was filled with sadness.
If you're looking for Mrs. Clara, I'm afraid you're too late.
No, I'm here to see the boss.
Senator Trueba.
- Who are you? - A worker from Las Tres Marías.
Come in.
Follow me.
You can wait here, but don't even think about touching anything.
Hi.
What's your name?
Esteban García, and yours?
My name is Alba Trueba.
- Alba? - Yes.
Alba Trueba. Remember that.
I'll remember... Alba Trueba.
That's a beautiful dress you're wearing.
My grandfather gave it to me.
Of course.
Do you go to Las Tres Marías with him in the summer?
Any issues with the workers are handled by my foreman.
Who are you?
Esteban García.
- Don't you remember me, boss? - No.
What do you want?
I want to be a police officer.
I thought you could help me get into the academy.
I helped you many years ago.
You were looking for a man, remember?
Alba, go play.
I'll write you a letter of recommendation.
Get in touch with Commander Hurtado. Tell him I sent you.
Is that all?
Grandmother?
Are you here?
You promised me.
I thought that would be the last time I'd see Esteban García.
But I couldn't have known at the time that he wouldn't stop
until he had me in his hands again.