The sisters of charity punished him.
They call them mothers,
But they have no children.
Some cream of aloe will soothe his skin.
My name is Carmen.
Are you their mother?
Such lovely innocence...
What were they christened?
This one is Aurea.
The boy is Salvador.
Salve for little Salvi.
This will burn.
What will I do?
I don't know what to do!
Where to turn...
I feel like everything that happens is my fault.
These are my wealth.
Where is the money I must earn?
I see my children and my eyes are filled with salt.
Go to the Santero.
He'll help you, I am certain.
Sometimes we need to see behind the curtain.
When you come to the end of the Santa Cruz road
There's a path beyond the meadow.
A fence of cactus hides
The painted house of a santero.
All he asks is that you trust him
And the shells he will throw.