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...and even if you were quiet
People would read it in your eyes...
Sower... who puts his love in the furrow
Tomorrow's spike will be your best reword
Give to the wind the wheat and the emphasis
of your first love's regreat...
and wait for the future, sower.
There's no more dashing endeavor than the sower's ambition
to sow in fertile land. Oh, who wouldn't be a sower!
to sow in fertile land. Oh, who wouldn't be a sower!
But Juan Pedro is heart and soul of the work!
By letting him and not you go
I prove to you How much you mean to me.
But I feel bad kicking him out the house without a warning before the Assumption Celebration.
But...do you want to leave?
After all... a maid can move away anytime... A farmhand can't.
Let him go, Catalina
But what's Master Miguel going to say?
I'll explain to my brother as I've explained to you.
I'm going to ask you something, Juan Pedro.
If I'm able to answer...
How do you men explain... love?
As if milady wouldn't know.
Don't you know I've never been engaged?
How could I not. Everything is told in small villages.
"There's no man for milady Sagrario"
"She's so proud"
That's what people say. it's true.
Manchegan, flair and grace of the Manchegan plain
Let me follow...
I love you, because of your eyes and your mouth. I love you.
You learned it well!
Your eyes are bright as mowing's singing
Your lips are as sweet as rosemary honey.
Two times two is four. Three times two is six
Three times four is twelve Two times five, ten
I already know the multiplication table
And before winter arrives. I can get married!
If you warn me when I ask you that you don't have a low window
It's not my mother's son Who goes up your window.
You'll see what's coming to you, woman!
When I'll go up the ladder!
When I'll get upst-... Even if you don't wa-...
If your mother is not ther-... I'll give you a ki-...
He wants to give you a ki-... But he's mistak-...
'Cause your mother's the-... And he's going to-...
On shelling a lot of roses I don't praise myself.
Because I don't have a boyfriend to pull the nail.
The Saffron's Rose is like a wonder...
-Even if Juan Pedro loves me... -No body rules over my love.
Won't they!? Everybody does!
Don't you see we're not the same?
Skin strips like this would they pull out from me and my brother
if I'd look after that love.
Here's my sister. Julian's leaving.
And to never come back. I've twice pretended what I've pretended.
That proves I'm not playing games. I understand I'm not enough for her.
That's not it.
Mylady, with your permission. I come to help you
I feel pity seeing the lads won't get near you
I'm embarrass with your presumption
Run on your path without offending me.
What's the thyme's fault of being born so low?
What's love's fault of going up and down?
The poor are poor in their lands The rich are rich in their houses
And the woman, rich or poor. never knows where she rules.
Excuse me, lady Sagrario. excuse my audacity.
What's my eyes' fault of looking at the sky?
Leave now! Leave right now!
All leave, please!
- Out! - Let's go now.
Your works' done!
Love is as fragile as this migrant flower...
One can love at dawn and forget at midnight!
And for this she stole him from me. Impure !
...and with the town's band. 'Cause I'll get married with music.
- With music, perhaps. But with me... - And why's that?
'Cause I'm sick and tired of you trusting everything on the Saint.
And I've told you, you can't expect special treatment from a Saint.
You told me you would hold onto something. Tell me: what have you hold onto to?
Don't you remember anymore the slap you gave me ?
It won't make a difference what you tell me.
You're more stubborn than a wild boar.
You're softer than nettle.
- That's too much. - I agree.
I'm the moon and you're the mirror of the pond
where the circle of my fortune shines.
If I'm a mirror I won't marry a men that's a drunk
That's why, Moniquito. I break us up.
You don't want me 'cause you rather want one of those men who never lay down...
- Acceptance! - What am I going to do?
- Resignation! - How's that possible!
It would be worst not to have seen it!
And now what are you goint to do? You have to think about it
You've lost your wife You can't stay like that
I myself have thought I must do something
The poor guy is overwhelmed
He's going to have to remarry
You're leaving.
To offer my condolences. I heard when I came back and...
And why did you came back ?
Not to mortify milady.
I'm not your milady.
Not anymore.
But... is it... haven't you forgot Catalina?
I haven't.
Me neither.
-If only you would've... -Juan Pedro.
Did you really love me?
As you can only do once and never again.
Then... if you loved me... leave again. For ever.
-Milady -Sagrario...
Sagrario.
Out of sight. out of mind.
Leave. With your love and with mine.
And if you want. marry someone else. But don't let me watch.
'Cause it made me so sad I could die.
-Farewell. Sagrario. -Farewell.
When I tell you I leave again. I'm ensuring you I love you.
And if I ask you to leave. is because I don't dare to ask you to stay.
I wish I were somebody.
I wish I were poor.
It doesn't hurt me if he leaves.
I don't mind if he forgets me.
What I'm sorry is for his eyes looking at another woman
and not being able to look at him with my eyes
and tell her: "young girl. don't build your hopes up
'cause that lad is mine".
I wish he'd flew away.
I wish there were 200 miles in between us.
I wish nobody would even remind me about him
And then I wish I could see him from afar.
What's wrong with me ! What's got into me!?
With him... who thinks?! Without him... I die!
Without him I die!!!
Through the lane of the stubble I'm the little ant of the waste
And because she has so good eyes. She scrutinize sometimes between bunches.
So much work the Lord sends to us...
to bend down and up again all day long against wind and sun.
Remember me, reaper
Don't clear up the grain by the roots. I'm coming right behind the sickle!
I wish I were your handkerchief...
And I wish I were the air.
The first one, to wrap you
The second one... to kiss you.
Because to my pride is enough if everybody else believes it
- If they believe it? - If they believe it...
- Manchegan, your affection gives me live. - I love you
-Your affection as silent as certain -So good.
Your lips shall always keep for themselves what only we know.
How beautiful the happiness of sharing the secret.
Come to my arms, very close I want to watch at you.
And nothing again will bother us from no one.