1:07:01
for the slightest reason.
1:07:21
Skies lit by bolts
of lightning
1:07:24
were replaced
by electric lights
1:07:26
that blinked on and off
with regularity,
1:07:29
killing the possibility
or chance that I might dream
1:07:32
or forget where I was.
1:07:36
I thought here
I could go unnoticed.
1:07:38
But prisoners are those
beings that know everything,
1:07:41
especially about
other prisoners.
1:07:55
Soon they knew,
maybe from the guards,
1:07:57
or the warden himself,
or a killer named Torre,
1:08:01
that I was a writer.
1:08:02
Say, you think you could
write a letter for me?
1:08:06
What?
1:08:07
Not for nothing,
1:08:09
I give you two cigarettes.
1:08:12
Carlota--
1:08:13
tell her that I miss
her so much.
1:08:17
Your words or mine?
1:08:21
I'm sorry.
1:08:34
My fame as "The Writer"
spread all over the prison.
1:08:38
María...
1:08:39
From the 17 cells of El Morro,
1:08:43
and for those who couldn't
see me directly,
1:08:45
petitions came in the form
of hundreds of balls of soap,
1:08:49
tied to long strings,
1:08:51
that the prisoners
could pass on to my cell.
1:08:54
It was called "The Mail."
1:08:57
I never wrote so much.