Pepa: Bruno says, “It looks like rain” Félix: Why did he tell us?ĭolores: Would be just out of reach, betrothed to another, another
Pepa: Bruno walks in with a mischievous grinĭolores: Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand?ĭolores: He told me that the man of my dreams Isabela: He told me that my power would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vine Pepa: And there wasn't a cloud in the skyĬamilo: Yeah, he sees your dreams, and feasts on your screamsĭolores: It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always left Abuela and the family fumbling, Isabela: Would be promised and someday be mine Isabela: He told me that the life of my dreamsĬamilo: When he calls your name, it all fades to blackĭolores: I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno!Ĭamilo: A seven-foot frame, rats along his backĭolores: Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling, I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read We don't talk about Bruno ( Dolores: We don't talk about Bruno!) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! ( Dolores: We don't talk about Bruno, no, no!) Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand It's a heavy lift with a gift so humblingĪlways left Abuela and the family fumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
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