The model wants
to move. She is tired of being in the same position. He winks at the painter.
Through the window you can see a sunny day. He moves his hand deftly. She
speaks intensely. He has never been able to like such little music. He tells
about a tragedy in his personal life. One day when I was accompanied by a
friend, two guys armed with knives came out. They were going through a desolate
part of the city where there is only stubble and streets that look more like
extensive pastures of sand and stone.
-Go away, they
tell the friend.
-Yes, do it,
answered this one.
Outside, the
owner of the house knocks on the door. He threatens to bring in the police.
They cannot live in the room without paying the rent. It plays the ignorant.
With her clothes stained with oil, she only has her eyes and her heart for the
model. She replies that they will pay her with the proceeds from the sale of
the painting. The classical music broadcast on the radio inspires him. Some
houses can be seen in the painting. She, as she is, occupies all the space of
the painting. In the background you can see the city. The girl speaks louder.
He tries to turn off the music with his voice.
-Yes love. The
very fagots raped me!
Stretch your legs
yawning. Fool painter. Living from art is like living on illusions.
-We deserve a
break, says this one at last.
He leaves the
room in search of water, and again the owner of the house with her chant. He
returns to her in a pot and puts it to boil, while the girl frolics on the
mattress that serves as their bed. The water boils, and again it is heard when
it is watered. They don't know about themselves.
-With you I'm
starving. If I were homeless, I would earn more.
The owner insists
again.
-Okay, I will
give you this painting as soon as I finish it.
The noise of the
cars is heard through the window. Night has come, and the painter finishes his
work. The owner prefers to receive the painting.
The model and the
painter argue. Life goes on.