Gastón Salgado

Ema: I'm going to horrify you.

Aníbal: Horrify me?

Ema: When you know what I'm doing, and why. You will be horrified.

Aníbal: Why wait? Scare me now.

Gastón: It's prison music. It's music to listen to in prison.

[imitates beats]

Gastón: The whole damn day. To keep you from thinking. To forget about the prison you're in and recreate it in your mind. To forget about the bars you have in front of you. That's it.

[imitates beats]

Gastón: It's a hypnotic rhythm that turns you into a fool. It's an illusion of freedom. So that people don't think. Yes, no, sex, drugs, yes. Heroin yes, orgies yes. But the next day, boom! You have to go to work. And you were convinced by someone. That if you moved your little hips, you'd be freer. But no. Not at all. It's falling asleep in defeat. Living in Ibiza. Picking up and moving to LA. To take selfies there all the time. And to do exactly the same thing. It's a culture of violence. Where women become purely sexual objects. And men are beasts who always screw women over. All while trying to fuck them. That's just what they want. That's the rhythm.

[imitates beats]

Gastón: "Don't rebel, don't think. Give it to me, give it to me." I can't believe you're dancing reggaeton, for Christ's sake! Everything we studied and felt. Everything we've practiced. And with you! All those damn fights we had. All the struggles. How we laughed at all of them! You laughed at all these girls. The very same ones. Laughing your ass off, huh. Screw them! Screw reggaeton. Fuck everything! I'm sick of this.

Ema: Polo liked reggaeton.

Gastón: Who is Polo?

Sonia: You saw us dancing and you said, "Nice." What's nice? I don't know what that means. I guess you do. Because you're smarter than us, right? The only thing I know is, I don't like what I feel when I see something nice. Now I like dancing much more. Because it's like fucking, happy. With a flushed face, cussing. Hot, crazy, sexy, moving. And all of the sudden, bam! I'm surrounded by people. And they're all as horny as me. Moving as if they were fucking. But with music. It's delicious, motherfucker. That's life. And I dance life. Today, you're alive and you're here, because someone at some point got hot and had an orgasm. And today, that orgasm can be danced.