-
[last lines]
El Mariachi: [voiceover] All I wanted was to be a mariachi, like my ancestors. But the city I thought would bring me luck brought only a curse. I lost my guitar, my hand, and her. With this injury, I may never play the guitar again. Without her, I have no love. But with the dog and the weapons, I'm prepared for the future.
-
El Mariachi: [hitchhiking] That morning was just like any other. No love. No luck. No ride. Nothing changes.
Carlos Gallardo
Extended Reading
