I used to hold so much in that there was no room for sound to find a way to leave my mouth, no room for air to breathe in, no room for light to see, no room for dreams to leave my brain and stand in my hands. No room for him, in me-- with a heart so full. Especially since no room, meant no time-- no time to be free.
Start with a Tango dancer (alone) dressed in all red, yet all you can see in the beginning shots is her feet, her waist, and her eyes ( heavy in mascera) as she dances, on each down beat. ( 0:00—0:15)
Enter male dressed like Zoro @ (0:15) sweeps cape not only to cover her, but to blind the camera.
Two subjects tango from (0:15—0:26)
Cut between the two shots of a woman sleeping in bed as a man sits next to her ( kicks aside red heels by accident, sits on bed, touches cheek, looking at old pictures, pulls covers over her face, and a woman making breakfast ( she’s pouring orange juice and cutting fresh fruit, watermelon perhaps— adds unknown pill to the juice) as a man sleeps in bed (0:26- 0:41)
Man who is sleeping in bed as woman makes breakfast opens his eyes as she slips pill into drink ( 0:42-0:44)
Cut to the night before. Two subjects are at a club. Male subject is flirting with various young attractive women as female subject looks on from afar. ( 0:45—1:00)
Cut between female subject attempting to gain the same attention as male subject from various young attractive men and the tango dancers from the beginning. Male subject is taking shots ( 1:00- 1:29)
Male subject winks at the female subject in her distress ( 1:29-1:30)
Cut to female subject serving male subject breakfast in bed, he kisses her passionately, close up: he bites her lip, She giggles and lifts orange juice to serve him, he smiles, spills drink on her, inaudible yelling, she pulls out knife she was using to cut watermelon ( 1:30-2:00)
He pulls out gun and walks closer to her, she cries, he kisses her, the two wrestle with the weapons in their hands, cut between them and the tango dancers ( shots of tightly gripped hands, and feet as they dance, woman with rose in her mouth). Breakfast that was made is all over the floor, glasses are breaking, pottery breaking, kissing and fighting all the while (2:00- 3:00)
Male subject manages to calm down female subject as she lies on her back on the bed. She’s in a fetal position and surrenders. Cut between shots of her crying, and shots of their past ( the first time he approached her, their first date, the first time they said i love you, the first time she was stood up etc.). (3:00- 3:20)
Audience realizes that the woman the male figure was comforting in the beginning is the same woman
(3:20-3:28) The tango dancers end their dance, and @ 3:29 the fabric of the dancers fall with nobody inside the clothes.
If you ever came looking for me in the place you expected me to be, to find that my presence was no where near,
I apologize. I expected no visitors. And if I casually said that everything had turned out fair, would you agree? Or raise your fist at my persistent need to call the shots, All of which can be found under flesh that you will never see, two layers strong Besides, if you say the love you have for her is real, who am I to say that’s wrong? When I have ears, and no mouth to speak. I heard a woman mumble that you rely on your eyes now, We, Every night in my memories.