Ramón Sampedro

— Why are you smiling so much, Ramón?
— When you can't escape and you constantly rely on everyone else, you learn to... cry by smiling, you know?

— Ramón, my friend, a freedom that ends life is no freedom at all.
— And a life that ends freedom isn't a life either. And don't call me "friend."

Out to sea.
Out to sea.
And in the weightlessness of the deep, where dreams are fulfilled,
Two wills come together to fulfill a wish.
Your gaze and my gaze like an echo repeating wordlessly,
Farther out,
farther out,
Beyond the other side of everything, through blood and bones.
But I always wake up and I always want to be dead,
Your hair forever caressing my lips.

— You don't like to look back, do you?
— No, of course not. I look to the future.
— And what's in your future?
— Death. Same with you. Or you never think about death? As if I were the only one who thinks about death.
— Yes, of course I think about it. I just try to avoid it being the only thing I think about.