Laguna (2025) Movie Script
1
My daughter, Ina Marija,
loved nature since childhood.
Tenderly, deeply.
One day, from Mexico,
where she was acting in a film,
she called me.
I can still hear her say
to me, spellbound,
Dad, this country is
so beautiful, so alive...
It's as if I were born here.
I feed the squirrels
in the park."
We both returned to
Mexico shortly after.
We strolled in nature,
we watched the birds.
The trace of our footsteps
was printed on the
beach where the
turtles would soon arrive.
Returning to the
place of their birth, they
would lay eggs to
perpetuate their lineage,
renew their life cycle.
Time has passed.
In this life within my reach,
my daughter is no longer there.
It's another life now...
A life that I no longer recognize.
I returned to Mexico with Una
Marija, my youngest daughter.
To walk the same roads
and breathe the same air,
this deep-sea air
that Una's sister
was still breathing
until recently.
We came to contemplate the
immensity of this Pacific Ocean
that our ancestors already
contemplated millions of years ago,
and that, in turn, future generations
will look at with new eyes.
The great foaming
wave of life will
continue to sweep over humanity.
It burns.
Come on...
Ah, there you go!
Good. So...
The cake.
And now?
Make a wish.
And...
One, two...
And...
On the first try! It's a miracle.
Well...
Okay, I'll pour myself some tea,
and then the feast can begin.
Yes.
Wait.
What is this?
Is it for me? - For you.
Oh...
Sweetie...
Thank you.
It's beautiful.
You can use it that way.
Where did this idea come from?
I don't know...
It came like that.
A pack of cigarettes and teeth.
It goes together!
Wait, we can try this.
How?
It's actually really cool!
He may now have it.
Yes...
Thank you, sweetie.
He's a nice monster.
It was nothing.
Thank you, my darling.
I love you.
My little cat...
I love you, Dad.
Me too, my darling.
So, and now...
What else?
Happy birthday,
Happy birthday, Dad...
Happy birthday...
Happy birthday, Dad!
Hooray! Hooray!
Thank you, sweetie.
You're welcome, Dad.
It's like a Chupa Chups.
Tchin!
It's really good.
You have to chew well.
Normal.
Well,
another year has gone by.
Yes.
Another year of flying
around the sun, the two of us.
If someone ever asks
you what you do, you
know what to say.
I fly around the sun.
"What are you doing?"
I fly around the sun.
Whether you're reading something
or eating meat, it doesn't matter.
I fly around the sun.
That's what's important.
Dad!
My little cat.
Wait.
Look.
What's your name?
Bryan.
And whats your name?
Una.
My parents were poor.
We only ate once
a day sometimes.
There wasn't enough for everyone.
I suffered a lot.
We had no electricity,
no car, we had nothing...
When I was little, I
would have liked to
go to school, but
my father forbade me.
He said, You dont
have a mother.
My mother died when
I was three years old.
He said, Who will wash your
uniform, since you dont have a mother?
We went to the ranch, and
we had to forget about school.
That's why my father forbade me.
But I wanted to study.
Know how to write my name, at least.
But no.
Thank God there is work on
the ranch, I can earn a living.
I prepare tamales,
atoles, tostadas...
We grind the corn
to make tortillas.
Fish...
Food for the poor.
I work all the time.
I take the chickens out,
they run everywhere...
Eventually, they lay eggs.
That's why I raise them,
to eat.
I left the village
where I spent my entire childhood.
I grew up there, with my parents,
but we could no longer survive.
Nothing to eat, no work,
I had to leave to
find better elsewhere.
Here I found work.
The salary is low,
but I have a job.
I get tired more quickly now.
My movements are slower.
After sixty years, seventy...
Now I wait.
I await eternal rest.
There I can rest!
You know...
When we are young, we
do not think about death,
but when we are old,
we begin to desire it.
We no longer want to live,
because it's too hard.
Without money, without
corn, without food, we suffer.
Suffering is life.
But I thank God
who gave it to me.
Working constantly is
what my life is about.
That's a hundred.
Not sure that's enough.
- Fifteen.
I have just enough.
Before, I dreamed that I knew how to fly
and that a bird was following me.
He was chasing me,
but I was flying, flying...
He never caught up with me.
I was exhausted, but...
I flew again and again, and
then I woke up suddenly.
I had this dream
often, I don't know why.
But not anymore.
I dreamed that I came
here, to this lagoon.
Amid the trees,
there was a photograph.
And birds, lots of birds.
Maybe I dreamed of this place
because I knew I would come here.
Look! There are plenty of them.
Oh! A cormorant.
Yes.
Gorgeous.
- Do you see?
- Yes.
The wind carries us.
Yes.
Do you see the mangrove trees?
Yes. They are everywhere,
it looks like a forest.
They grow in water, you know.
- Here, look.
- Yes, I see.
- Do you see the roots?
- Yes.
I'll catch one.
Oh, there! Stop, stop...
Do you see the little ones up there?
Do you see them?
And there, the roots
immersed in the water.
They filter the salt.
This is how mangrove
trees can grow in salt water.
These trees are the only
ones that can purify the water.
If they weren't there,
the lagoon would change its
appearance, many animals would die.
Without the mangroves.
That's why here,
after hurricanes, people
plant mangrove trees.
- Yes.
- The little ones, here.
After a hurricane they have to be replanted
because everything was destroyed.
Do you understand?
The hurricane uproots trees
and carries them away in its path.
And then,
the waves crash in, and
water comes in from the sea
through the narrow passage.
You saw it there.
The seawater comes in there,
and the salt spreads everywhere.
And freshwater fish...
It's over for them.
Fish, freshwater
turtles, all animals.
Do you know when I
first saw a mangrove?
In Brazil, with your sister.
We were...
We were driven to the
ocean, we walked on the sand,
and there were mangrove
trees growing there.
It was probably there that
I saw it for the first time.
It's dark.
Dark?
Well?
Are you afraid of the darkness?
No, not darkness, but...
I'm afraid of what's in the darkness.
In the darkness?
What do you think,
what is in it? Wait.
It's hot... What do
you think is in the dark?
I don't know. Monsters, maybe.
Monsters?
I know they do not exist,
it's just my imagination.
When it's really dark...
Then I'm afraid.
I don't know what could come out.
Opossum, for example?
Yes.
Opossum...
You shouldn't be afraid of opossums.
I'm not afraid of it.
In fact, it's my favorite animal.
- Here.
- Oh, here.
Hold the lantern.
High up, so I can see.
Ah! It was stuck.
I'm going to put some spray on you.
- Stretch out your arms.
- What is it?
For mosquitoes.
Not just mosquitoes,
against all kinds of ticks.
Turn around.
Why do you ask?
You know it very well.
I know, but I can't do it...
What?
Is it the smell that bothers you?
- It smells not bad...
- Come on, let's go home.
Let's go.
Do you see where you're going?
I'll go first, okay?
- Wait for me. - I am here.
Sometimes I can't keep up.
You go fast...
Everything is fine. Come on.
Follow me.
Una!
Una!
Cuckoo.
Come see what I found.
See?
Wow, that's cool.
Someone must have tried to capture him.
Look there.
On the top there
are broken spikes.
A dog must have
chased him, or people.
Around here, it's common
to hunt them to eat them.
Yes.
- Oh my God.
Have you seen how big he is?
Yes.
He's almost your size.
He must be several years old.
It's a male, obviously.
Big and orange like that...
- Really?
- Yes.
Females are smaller,
and the green is brighter.
That's a male iguana.
Sometimes its color
turns bright orange.
There, it's just a little orange.
Looks like he had a manicure.
A manicure?
Do you want to hold it?
I'm afraid I'll drop him.
Don't worry.
I will help you.
Do you see how he opens his mouth?
Yes...
What is it?
I'm just looking to see if there
are any lesions, bite marks...
No, it seems okay.
Normally, it would be hard to catch.
He climbs trees very well.
And he is vegetarian.
There are black ones.
We saw some, remember?
Oh yes.
These are carnivorous,
they feed on insects.
Do you see his little teeth?
It's for tearing leaves.
What's on the menu?
Salad or cabbage?
What do you prefer?
You'll get to try both.
We put it all on fire,
and some kind of broth will turn out.
You have to wait
while the wood burns.
Oh, an Indian!
- Who?
- An Indian.
- Dad!
- If I had a mirror, you would see.
What is it?
One or two?
How many do you want?
I'll start with just one.
Give it a try first.
I like it when they catch fire.
Look.
I don't like them.
Too bad!
That really doesn't look appealing.
Are you going to eat the burnt part?
Yes, of course!
It's eaten like
this, just this part.
Just this end?
A coal to go with it, perhaps?
No coal, really?
- No, no.
- A good black one.
A tasty black coal.
You eat a lot of embers.
And it's delicious!
I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Have you been waiting?
I respect my marshmallow.
Do you respect him?
You respect him, but then
you stick him in the fire?
C'mon...
It catches fire very quickly.
It never used to happen
that fast in Lithuania.
You have a spider on your shoulder.
A spider?
I'll cool it down a bit...
Dad!
Look.
How can you not like that?
It's the best thing in the world.
There are many best
things in the world for you.
Sometimes I don't even know which ones.
This is one of the best.
All right.
It looks like it's going to rain.
That doesn't stop me from
eating marshmallows.
I remember...
It was with a pure heart and
curious eyes that I
looked at the world.
I remember...
One beat of an eyelash
chased the other,
and everything amazed
me with its novelty.
And I was...
A fragment of this
infinite world that I loved.
Everything was true and simple.
Today, only fear remains in me.
And doubt.
My little flame
has burned out, the
embers have been
cold for a long time.
And without you...
My dear flame, there is no more...
No more life, no more meaning.
Only loyalty remains.
Loyalty to this
very flame, to love.
And for every expression
of it on this earth.
What happens to people when they die?
What is happening to them?
They are buried
or cremated.
Yes, I know that...
they are buried and
placed in graves, but...
do they feel anything?
Probably not.
But...
No, they don't feel
anything. But there
are people who believe
that we have a soul.
And others think...
Others believe that...
that we are reborn,
that we reincarnate.
We become a tree, or a bird, or a
small animal, or another person.
Yes.
What do you think is going on?
I think people fly to heaven...
And up there, there is a
garden waiting for them.
Do they have wings?
They have wings, but
they don't fly with them.
It's just for decoration.
They levitate,
like that, they float.
They float?
Yes. They move as
they want, like that.
And they can fly.
No need to flap your wings...
They levitate, they
float here and there.
So, what happens next?
They sleep on the clouds.
And God takes care of them.
He watches over them...
He makes sure there are no problems.
What kind of problems?
Well, they might go too far.
Somewhere, I don't know.
Could they get lost?
Sweetie.
Dad.
My darling.
It's like another
world up there.
A very beautiful world.
In my opinion...
When someone dies, they turn into
soil, that's what science says.
But I think we've been here since...
For millions of years.
We have one life,
because someone gave it to us.
And so on, someone
gives life, another is born...
This child is growing up
and gives life in turn.
Life comes and goes like a
wave that has been spreading
since the dawn of time.
And there you go, I think...
our origins are very
ancient, very distant.
Yes, it's true. Adam and Eve.
They had many children.
So we are all brothers and sisters.
It continued and continued...
And we are all brothers and sisters.
After so many years,
it becomes difficult
to count, and we don't
even know anymore
that we are all brothers and sisters.
Because everything has
changed so many times.
- Do you know what we should do?
- What?
Lower the light a little.
To save battery, okay?
Yes.
How humans appeared is unknown.
We'll never know.
And how it will all end, either.
Maybe that's for the best.
If we knew that, life
wouldn't be so interesting.
There are people who
live to be very, very old.
Yes.
And then others, like
your sister, our Inutl...
Yes.
She was so young.
Her life had barely begun.
She was just a few minutes away from home.
And suddenly...
she was gone.
We will never see her again.
We can't change anything now.
All we can do is carry on.
We'll do a few things in her
memory here in Mexico, okay?
My little one.
Sweetie...
You know, the beautiful
thing is that we knew her.
She never left our hearts.
She still lives in her poems.
In her writings, in her drawings...
Yes.
It would be much worse if we
hadn't had her at all.
We wouldn't even know that such
a person could exist in the world.
Yes.
So kind and so gentle, so loving.
Let's not cry.
Wipe away your tears.
See how good it is that there
are holes everywhere.
I can smoke without
smoking up the room.
The roof is full of holes,
with no windows or doors.
A wooden cross as
simple as possible
- that's all I ask
for when I'm dead.
Above all, nothing luxurious,
no million-dollar coffin.
Let us sing songs,
that's all I want.
Let the death of a poor
man be a grand celebration.
I don't want tears or sadness,
I don't want any of that.
And for any funeral wake, a
serenade in the early morning.
When it's time to bury me,
the only goodbye I desire,
is that tequila is poured at the
corners of my
grave as holy water.
I don't want tears or sadness,
I don't want any of that.
And for any funeral wake, a
serenade in the early morning.
I remember when...
we used to go to Pilies Street.
And we'd go to the funfair...
And we'd ride the little train.
We were having so much fun.
Do you remember any other moments?
When we used to draw,
together in Bekupe.
I remember this jar...
Glass jars, filled
with brushes that
we dipped in
water while drawing.
Enough, sweetie.
Calm down.
Your memories are like pearls.
You need to cherish them.
As long as we remember her,
your sister remains alive.
But, Dad...
Are we going to stay long?
Where?
Here, in this little house.
In this house? Or in Mexico?
In this house, here.
As long as we want.
Do you like it here?
Yes.
Sleep, sweetie. All right?
I'm going to stay here a little.
Good night.
I never thought a hurricane
could be so violent...
Until I found myself
right in the middle.
Unimaginable
power of nature.
I felt like a little ant.
And then I thought,
how little a person really needs.
It seems that the strongest
human emotions...
The desire not to die
The longing for true love.
These emotions can go unnoticed
because they have nothing tangible.
Like the ocean currents,
they carry you away.
My treasure.
Good night, sweetie.
My darling Ina...
I miss you so much.
If I were a believer...
I would be sure that our
reunion would be soon.
If I were a believer.
Humans are fragile.
And this very world,
which seemed immense, infinite to me...
This world is so small now.
With its planes and
its cables,
it travels at the speed of light...
The world is like an
apple or an orange.
It's fragile too.
Like you, my Inutl.
For every little creature I see,
every bird, every flower,
a hummingbird...
I...
Instinctively...
I want to say,
"Inut, look!"
And I say, in my mind.
And I catch myself.
And then I think about it,
and I say to myself, why not?
Why should I deprive myself of it?
Look, my little one!
Look, Inutl, what a bird!
What a sky!
What an ocean!
Let's go sit down.
The day dawns.
The sounds of the lagoon
change little by little.
The birds start to sing, the sun
shines through the mangrove.
Around me, in every being, I
see the trace of
what will remain.
In every piece of earth.
The echo of Inutls footsteps continues.
Her clear laughter still resonates.
I see the traces of
her tears in the dust,
in front of the hungry
and helpless dog.
What you gave to
the world, my little...
Your warmth, your kindness, your love,
live in our memories.
The foam of life flourishes.
Like a star, it will guide us
in our lives, like
a delicate light.
Tonight, creatures of the lagoon
will rest, and
others will awaken.
There will be endless new noises.
And everyone you loved, even in
their dreams, will be by your side.
In awakening, we will be
together facing this bitter reality.
My daughter, Ina Marija,
loved nature since childhood.
Tenderly, deeply.
One day, from Mexico,
where she was acting in a film,
she called me.
I can still hear her say
to me, spellbound,
Dad, this country is
so beautiful, so alive...
It's as if I were born here.
I feed the squirrels
in the park."
We both returned to
Mexico shortly after.
We strolled in nature,
we watched the birds.
The trace of our footsteps
was printed on the
beach where the
turtles would soon arrive.
Returning to the
place of their birth, they
would lay eggs to
perpetuate their lineage,
renew their life cycle.
Time has passed.
In this life within my reach,
my daughter is no longer there.
It's another life now...
A life that I no longer recognize.
I returned to Mexico with Una
Marija, my youngest daughter.
To walk the same roads
and breathe the same air,
this deep-sea air
that Una's sister
was still breathing
until recently.
We came to contemplate the
immensity of this Pacific Ocean
that our ancestors already
contemplated millions of years ago,
and that, in turn, future generations
will look at with new eyes.
The great foaming
wave of life will
continue to sweep over humanity.
It burns.
Come on...
Ah, there you go!
Good. So...
The cake.
And now?
Make a wish.
And...
One, two...
And...
On the first try! It's a miracle.
Well...
Okay, I'll pour myself some tea,
and then the feast can begin.
Yes.
Wait.
What is this?
Is it for me? - For you.
Oh...
Sweetie...
Thank you.
It's beautiful.
You can use it that way.
Where did this idea come from?
I don't know...
It came like that.
A pack of cigarettes and teeth.
It goes together!
Wait, we can try this.
How?
It's actually really cool!
He may now have it.
Yes...
Thank you, sweetie.
He's a nice monster.
It was nothing.
Thank you, my darling.
I love you.
My little cat...
I love you, Dad.
Me too, my darling.
So, and now...
What else?
Happy birthday,
Happy birthday, Dad...
Happy birthday...
Happy birthday, Dad!
Hooray! Hooray!
Thank you, sweetie.
You're welcome, Dad.
It's like a Chupa Chups.
Tchin!
It's really good.
You have to chew well.
Normal.
Well,
another year has gone by.
Yes.
Another year of flying
around the sun, the two of us.
If someone ever asks
you what you do, you
know what to say.
I fly around the sun.
"What are you doing?"
I fly around the sun.
Whether you're reading something
or eating meat, it doesn't matter.
I fly around the sun.
That's what's important.
Dad!
My little cat.
Wait.
Look.
What's your name?
Bryan.
And whats your name?
Una.
My parents were poor.
We only ate once
a day sometimes.
There wasn't enough for everyone.
I suffered a lot.
We had no electricity,
no car, we had nothing...
When I was little, I
would have liked to
go to school, but
my father forbade me.
He said, You dont
have a mother.
My mother died when
I was three years old.
He said, Who will wash your
uniform, since you dont have a mother?
We went to the ranch, and
we had to forget about school.
That's why my father forbade me.
But I wanted to study.
Know how to write my name, at least.
But no.
Thank God there is work on
the ranch, I can earn a living.
I prepare tamales,
atoles, tostadas...
We grind the corn
to make tortillas.
Fish...
Food for the poor.
I work all the time.
I take the chickens out,
they run everywhere...
Eventually, they lay eggs.
That's why I raise them,
to eat.
I left the village
where I spent my entire childhood.
I grew up there, with my parents,
but we could no longer survive.
Nothing to eat, no work,
I had to leave to
find better elsewhere.
Here I found work.
The salary is low,
but I have a job.
I get tired more quickly now.
My movements are slower.
After sixty years, seventy...
Now I wait.
I await eternal rest.
There I can rest!
You know...
When we are young, we
do not think about death,
but when we are old,
we begin to desire it.
We no longer want to live,
because it's too hard.
Without money, without
corn, without food, we suffer.
Suffering is life.
But I thank God
who gave it to me.
Working constantly is
what my life is about.
That's a hundred.
Not sure that's enough.
- Fifteen.
I have just enough.
Before, I dreamed that I knew how to fly
and that a bird was following me.
He was chasing me,
but I was flying, flying...
He never caught up with me.
I was exhausted, but...
I flew again and again, and
then I woke up suddenly.
I had this dream
often, I don't know why.
But not anymore.
I dreamed that I came
here, to this lagoon.
Amid the trees,
there was a photograph.
And birds, lots of birds.
Maybe I dreamed of this place
because I knew I would come here.
Look! There are plenty of them.
Oh! A cormorant.
Yes.
Gorgeous.
- Do you see?
- Yes.
The wind carries us.
Yes.
Do you see the mangrove trees?
Yes. They are everywhere,
it looks like a forest.
They grow in water, you know.
- Here, look.
- Yes, I see.
- Do you see the roots?
- Yes.
I'll catch one.
Oh, there! Stop, stop...
Do you see the little ones up there?
Do you see them?
And there, the roots
immersed in the water.
They filter the salt.
This is how mangrove
trees can grow in salt water.
These trees are the only
ones that can purify the water.
If they weren't there,
the lagoon would change its
appearance, many animals would die.
Without the mangroves.
That's why here,
after hurricanes, people
plant mangrove trees.
- Yes.
- The little ones, here.
After a hurricane they have to be replanted
because everything was destroyed.
Do you understand?
The hurricane uproots trees
and carries them away in its path.
And then,
the waves crash in, and
water comes in from the sea
through the narrow passage.
You saw it there.
The seawater comes in there,
and the salt spreads everywhere.
And freshwater fish...
It's over for them.
Fish, freshwater
turtles, all animals.
Do you know when I
first saw a mangrove?
In Brazil, with your sister.
We were...
We were driven to the
ocean, we walked on the sand,
and there were mangrove
trees growing there.
It was probably there that
I saw it for the first time.
It's dark.
Dark?
Well?
Are you afraid of the darkness?
No, not darkness, but...
I'm afraid of what's in the darkness.
In the darkness?
What do you think,
what is in it? Wait.
It's hot... What do
you think is in the dark?
I don't know. Monsters, maybe.
Monsters?
I know they do not exist,
it's just my imagination.
When it's really dark...
Then I'm afraid.
I don't know what could come out.
Opossum, for example?
Yes.
Opossum...
You shouldn't be afraid of opossums.
I'm not afraid of it.
In fact, it's my favorite animal.
- Here.
- Oh, here.
Hold the lantern.
High up, so I can see.
Ah! It was stuck.
I'm going to put some spray on you.
- Stretch out your arms.
- What is it?
For mosquitoes.
Not just mosquitoes,
against all kinds of ticks.
Turn around.
Why do you ask?
You know it very well.
I know, but I can't do it...
What?
Is it the smell that bothers you?
- It smells not bad...
- Come on, let's go home.
Let's go.
Do you see where you're going?
I'll go first, okay?
- Wait for me. - I am here.
Sometimes I can't keep up.
You go fast...
Everything is fine. Come on.
Follow me.
Una!
Una!
Cuckoo.
Come see what I found.
See?
Wow, that's cool.
Someone must have tried to capture him.
Look there.
On the top there
are broken spikes.
A dog must have
chased him, or people.
Around here, it's common
to hunt them to eat them.
Yes.
- Oh my God.
Have you seen how big he is?
Yes.
He's almost your size.
He must be several years old.
It's a male, obviously.
Big and orange like that...
- Really?
- Yes.
Females are smaller,
and the green is brighter.
That's a male iguana.
Sometimes its color
turns bright orange.
There, it's just a little orange.
Looks like he had a manicure.
A manicure?
Do you want to hold it?
I'm afraid I'll drop him.
Don't worry.
I will help you.
Do you see how he opens his mouth?
Yes...
What is it?
I'm just looking to see if there
are any lesions, bite marks...
No, it seems okay.
Normally, it would be hard to catch.
He climbs trees very well.
And he is vegetarian.
There are black ones.
We saw some, remember?
Oh yes.
These are carnivorous,
they feed on insects.
Do you see his little teeth?
It's for tearing leaves.
What's on the menu?
Salad or cabbage?
What do you prefer?
You'll get to try both.
We put it all on fire,
and some kind of broth will turn out.
You have to wait
while the wood burns.
Oh, an Indian!
- Who?
- An Indian.
- Dad!
- If I had a mirror, you would see.
What is it?
One or two?
How many do you want?
I'll start with just one.
Give it a try first.
I like it when they catch fire.
Look.
I don't like them.
Too bad!
That really doesn't look appealing.
Are you going to eat the burnt part?
Yes, of course!
It's eaten like
this, just this part.
Just this end?
A coal to go with it, perhaps?
No coal, really?
- No, no.
- A good black one.
A tasty black coal.
You eat a lot of embers.
And it's delicious!
I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Have you been waiting?
I respect my marshmallow.
Do you respect him?
You respect him, but then
you stick him in the fire?
C'mon...
It catches fire very quickly.
It never used to happen
that fast in Lithuania.
You have a spider on your shoulder.
A spider?
I'll cool it down a bit...
Dad!
Look.
How can you not like that?
It's the best thing in the world.
There are many best
things in the world for you.
Sometimes I don't even know which ones.
This is one of the best.
All right.
It looks like it's going to rain.
That doesn't stop me from
eating marshmallows.
I remember...
It was with a pure heart and
curious eyes that I
looked at the world.
I remember...
One beat of an eyelash
chased the other,
and everything amazed
me with its novelty.
And I was...
A fragment of this
infinite world that I loved.
Everything was true and simple.
Today, only fear remains in me.
And doubt.
My little flame
has burned out, the
embers have been
cold for a long time.
And without you...
My dear flame, there is no more...
No more life, no more meaning.
Only loyalty remains.
Loyalty to this
very flame, to love.
And for every expression
of it on this earth.
What happens to people when they die?
What is happening to them?
They are buried
or cremated.
Yes, I know that...
they are buried and
placed in graves, but...
do they feel anything?
Probably not.
But...
No, they don't feel
anything. But there
are people who believe
that we have a soul.
And others think...
Others believe that...
that we are reborn,
that we reincarnate.
We become a tree, or a bird, or a
small animal, or another person.
Yes.
What do you think is going on?
I think people fly to heaven...
And up there, there is a
garden waiting for them.
Do they have wings?
They have wings, but
they don't fly with them.
It's just for decoration.
They levitate,
like that, they float.
They float?
Yes. They move as
they want, like that.
And they can fly.
No need to flap your wings...
They levitate, they
float here and there.
So, what happens next?
They sleep on the clouds.
And God takes care of them.
He watches over them...
He makes sure there are no problems.
What kind of problems?
Well, they might go too far.
Somewhere, I don't know.
Could they get lost?
Sweetie.
Dad.
My darling.
It's like another
world up there.
A very beautiful world.
In my opinion...
When someone dies, they turn into
soil, that's what science says.
But I think we've been here since...
For millions of years.
We have one life,
because someone gave it to us.
And so on, someone
gives life, another is born...
This child is growing up
and gives life in turn.
Life comes and goes like a
wave that has been spreading
since the dawn of time.
And there you go, I think...
our origins are very
ancient, very distant.
Yes, it's true. Adam and Eve.
They had many children.
So we are all brothers and sisters.
It continued and continued...
And we are all brothers and sisters.
After so many years,
it becomes difficult
to count, and we don't
even know anymore
that we are all brothers and sisters.
Because everything has
changed so many times.
- Do you know what we should do?
- What?
Lower the light a little.
To save battery, okay?
Yes.
How humans appeared is unknown.
We'll never know.
And how it will all end, either.
Maybe that's for the best.
If we knew that, life
wouldn't be so interesting.
There are people who
live to be very, very old.
Yes.
And then others, like
your sister, our Inutl...
Yes.
She was so young.
Her life had barely begun.
She was just a few minutes away from home.
And suddenly...
she was gone.
We will never see her again.
We can't change anything now.
All we can do is carry on.
We'll do a few things in her
memory here in Mexico, okay?
My little one.
Sweetie...
You know, the beautiful
thing is that we knew her.
She never left our hearts.
She still lives in her poems.
In her writings, in her drawings...
Yes.
It would be much worse if we
hadn't had her at all.
We wouldn't even know that such
a person could exist in the world.
Yes.
So kind and so gentle, so loving.
Let's not cry.
Wipe away your tears.
See how good it is that there
are holes everywhere.
I can smoke without
smoking up the room.
The roof is full of holes,
with no windows or doors.
A wooden cross as
simple as possible
- that's all I ask
for when I'm dead.
Above all, nothing luxurious,
no million-dollar coffin.
Let us sing songs,
that's all I want.
Let the death of a poor
man be a grand celebration.
I don't want tears or sadness,
I don't want any of that.
And for any funeral wake, a
serenade in the early morning.
When it's time to bury me,
the only goodbye I desire,
is that tequila is poured at the
corners of my
grave as holy water.
I don't want tears or sadness,
I don't want any of that.
And for any funeral wake, a
serenade in the early morning.
I remember when...
we used to go to Pilies Street.
And we'd go to the funfair...
And we'd ride the little train.
We were having so much fun.
Do you remember any other moments?
When we used to draw,
together in Bekupe.
I remember this jar...
Glass jars, filled
with brushes that
we dipped in
water while drawing.
Enough, sweetie.
Calm down.
Your memories are like pearls.
You need to cherish them.
As long as we remember her,
your sister remains alive.
But, Dad...
Are we going to stay long?
Where?
Here, in this little house.
In this house? Or in Mexico?
In this house, here.
As long as we want.
Do you like it here?
Yes.
Sleep, sweetie. All right?
I'm going to stay here a little.
Good night.
I never thought a hurricane
could be so violent...
Until I found myself
right in the middle.
Unimaginable
power of nature.
I felt like a little ant.
And then I thought,
how little a person really needs.
It seems that the strongest
human emotions...
The desire not to die
The longing for true love.
These emotions can go unnoticed
because they have nothing tangible.
Like the ocean currents,
they carry you away.
My treasure.
Good night, sweetie.
My darling Ina...
I miss you so much.
If I were a believer...
I would be sure that our
reunion would be soon.
If I were a believer.
Humans are fragile.
And this very world,
which seemed immense, infinite to me...
This world is so small now.
With its planes and
its cables,
it travels at the speed of light...
The world is like an
apple or an orange.
It's fragile too.
Like you, my Inutl.
For every little creature I see,
every bird, every flower,
a hummingbird...
I...
Instinctively...
I want to say,
"Inut, look!"
And I say, in my mind.
And I catch myself.
And then I think about it,
and I say to myself, why not?
Why should I deprive myself of it?
Look, my little one!
Look, Inutl, what a bird!
What a sky!
What an ocean!
Let's go sit down.
The day dawns.
The sounds of the lagoon
change little by little.
The birds start to sing, the sun
shines through the mangrove.
Around me, in every being, I
see the trace of
what will remain.
In every piece of earth.
The echo of Inutls footsteps continues.
Her clear laughter still resonates.
I see the traces of
her tears in the dust,
in front of the hungry
and helpless dog.
What you gave to
the world, my little...
Your warmth, your kindness, your love,
live in our memories.
The foam of life flourishes.
Like a star, it will guide us
in our lives, like
a delicate light.
Tonight, creatures of the lagoon
will rest, and
others will awaken.
There will be endless new noises.
And everyone you loved, even in
their dreams, will be by your side.
In awakening, we will be
together facing this bitter reality.