The film begins years later when two boys who formerly attended mission school together meet, with Enrique becoming a well-known director and Ignacio an actor looking for work with a script he's written. All the meetings, surprises, until E whispered "He is my first love" as he watched I leave.
Reality, memory, script, tangled and dizzying. All the logical stories are embedded in the texture of the typewriter paper. It was only a sudden pause to discover that the entire row of buttons was in the wrong place, absurdly misplaced - a priest who fell in love with his student; a choir boy who became a transgender singer; a college student who put on someone else's life to tell his own story... …Prayers of repentance, childish devotion, burnt letter paper, letters stunned by tears, can you let the clean pool water filter out your thoughts when you swim from here to the other side?
Everything, everything, is an ironic chaos. A humble middle-aged man in the heavy rain begging for a response impatiently; a seductive man with long hair and red lips on the stage; a young director kissing his youthful fantasies, tears slid down, mixed with metamorphic pleasure and spreading bitter. Bad education, what is the most painful thing is the giver or the receiver? In fact, it doesn't matter anymore. The moment he jumped into the pool, he knew that he was never himself.
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