The Flower of My Secret (1995)

Chus Lampreave: Jacinta

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• Leo Macías : You should take her out.

  Rosa : She doesn't want to go out.

  Madre de Leo : Why should I? To be killed by a skinhead or run over by a car? Those skinheads always stare at me.

  Rosa : It's because she calls them hippies and dirtbags. And there are only two around here.

  Madre de Leo : I can't even see if they're skinheads or yuppies.

• Betty : An operation is like a melon. You have to open it to see if it's good or if it's rotten.

  Leo Macías : You're right.

  Madre de Leo : Now she's a philosopher.

  Betty : The philosopher is constipated and going to the bathroom.

• Madre de Leo : [to Leo]  Since you started with that weight-loss nonsense, you've really gone downhill. Ángel, don't ever go on a diet.

  Ángel : Don't worry, I love to eat.

  Madre de Leo : And you're handsome that way. She was a chubby little girl. She weighed ten pounds when she was born, after two days of labor.

• Madre de Leo : Shut up, crab face!

• Rosa : You're going to drive me nuts.

  Madre de Leo : You know who you remind me of? Of my sister. You're the splitting image of her, may she rest in peace. Those same beautiful lunatic eyes.

• Madre de Leo : Remember, Leo?

  Leo Macías : Mama, how would I remember that?

  Madre de Leo : No, I mean the poem I wrote about the village: Beautiful is the morning, Leo, The sunlight sparkles, The flowers offer their perfumes, The orchard is rustling, From branch to branch, without stopping, The joyous birdies flutter and sing, And their chirping enchants me, You can hear the soft bleating, Of flocks of sheep, That stand out against the pasture, Like snowflakes, Here stands a small hut, Home for shepherds, There a white cottage, Whiter than a lily, Afterwards we come to a farm, Next to the farm, there's a garden, Next to the garden, a house, And next to the house, a church, The hill is covered with oaks, The valley with fruit, And the river with many trees...

• Madre de Leo : I was imagining it. My poor child! So young and already like a cow without a cowbell.

  Leo Macías : Like a cow without a cowbell?

  Madre de Leo : Yes, lost, with no direction, drifting, like me.

  Leo Macías : Like you?

  Madre de Leo : I'm like a cow without a cowbell too. But, at my age, that's more normal. That's why I want to live in the village. When we women lose our husband, because he's died or left with another woman, we have to return to a place where we were born. Visit the village chapel, sit outside with the neighbor and pray with them., even if you're not believers. Because if we don't, we get lost, like a cow without a cowbell.