Fail Lit alreadyJavier: You're leaving?
Ramon: That's right.
Javier: For how long?
Ramon: Take my book, it's behind you... look at the bookmark.
Javier: "To my son".
Ramon: Read it.
Javier: "To my son.
Forgive me, son, for not being born.
It's not my fault you were left behind.
It was the roses that were afraid.
Forgive me for not having played with you.
And if you're born after I'm gone,
remember always that I still love you.
Give your mother a kiss for me
And don't resent me.
Hate is a bad thing."
Ramon: Well? You get it?
Javier: Yeah.
Ramon: Explain.
Javier: Well - it's about the son you never had. It's as if you were talking to him, apologizing to him.
Ramon: Good. What did I write below?
Javier: "To Javier".
Ramon: Well?
Javier: Well what?
Ramon: It makes no sense to you?
Javier: But I'm not your son.
Ramon: Sure, I know that. But I dedicated that poem to you for a reason, right?
Javier: But I'm not your son!
Ramon: What do they teach you at school? Go on, beat it!
Javier: (leaving) You're all being so weird.
- The Sea Inside
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