3 Oct 2025 · 130 min
Leandro Stitzman curates a bilingual playlist montage mixing song lyrics and poetic passages in Spanish, English, French, and Portuguese. Two speakers alternate between brief commentary and sung or recited verses, creating a thematic collage within Framework's psychoanalytic lens.
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Esto es Framework, un podcast psicoanalítico. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud. Y mi amor es un arte en virtud. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz, y mi amor es un arte de paz. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor dio humanidad. Y mi amor es un arte en su edad. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de surtidor. Y mi amor es un arte mayor. Mi amor es mi prenda encantada. Es mi extensa morada, es mi espacio sin fin. Mi amor no precisa fronteras como la primavera, no prefiere jardín. Mi amor no es amor de mercado porque Porque un amor sangrado no es amor de lucrar. Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo, si lo niego lo vendo, ¿para qué respirar? ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud. Y mi amor es un arte en virtud. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz, y mi amor es un arte de paz. ¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de humanidad. Y mi amor es un arte en su edad. Le molesta mi amor, mi amor desorbitador, y mi amor es un arte mayor. Mi amor no es amor de uno solo. Sino alma de todo lo que urge sanar. Mi amor es un amor de abajo que el devenir me trajo para hacer a lo empinado. Mi amor El más enamorado es del más olvidado en su antiguo dolor. Mi amor abre pecho a la muerte y despeña su suerte por un tiempo mejor. Mi amor Este amor aguerrido es un sol encendido porque merece amor. Amor.
Massively. Yes, and, and now with you, Derek the Star nonsense.
Now, which is it?
I'm sure of it.
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold, hard ground? I can't tell. Cold steel rail, a smile from a veil. Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to train? Your heroes were ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cold Breeze cold comes in for change. Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year, running over the same old ground. And have we found the same old thing? Wish you were here.
Wish you were here. Alors? Alors?
Alors? Alors? Qui dit études dit travail, qui dit taf te dit les thunes, qui dit argent dit dépenses, qui dit crédit dit créances, qui dit dettes te dit huissier, lui dit assis dans la merde. Qui dit amour dit les gosses, dit toujours et dit divorce. Qui dit proches te dit deuil car les problèmes ne viennent pas seuls. Qui dit crise te dit monde, dit famille dit tiers-monde. Qui dit fatigue dit réveil, encore sourd de la veille. Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes. Alors on danse. Alors on danse. Alors on danse. Et là tu dis que c'est fini car pire que ça, ce serait la mort. Quand tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors, quand y'en a plus, ben y'en a encore. Et c'est la zik ou les problèmes, les problèmes ou bien la musique, ça te prend les tripes, ça te prend la tête. Et puis tu pries pour que ça s'arrête, mais c'est ton corps, c'est pas le ciel. Alors tu te bouches plus les oreilles et là tu cries encore plus fort, mais ça persiste. Alors on chante. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. Alors on chante.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la. Alors on chante. Alors on chante. Et puis seulement quand c'est fini. Alors on danse, alors on danse, alors on danse, alors on danse, alors on danse, alors on danse, alors on danse. I love the dogs. They've been in our car. They've been in our car. They've been in our car.
They've been in our car.
Et ben y en a encore. Et ben y en a encore.
I wanna touch the earth. I wanna break it in my hands. I wanna grow something wild and unruly. I wanna sleep on the hard ground in the comfort of your arms, on a pillow of bluebonnets, in a blanket made of stars. Oh, it sounds good.
To me.
I said, cowboy, take me away. Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue. Set me free. Oh, I pray. Closer to heaven above and closer to you. Closer to you. Step on me, thank you. And your simple smile, oh, it sounds good to me. Yes, it sounds so good to me. Cowboy, take me away. Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild. Set me free, oh, I pray. Closer to heaven above and closer to you, closer to you. I said I wanna touch the earth. I wanna break it in my hands. I wanna grow something wild and new. Oh, it sounds so good to me. Cowboy, take me away. Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue. Set me free, oh, I pray. Closer to heaven above and closer to you. Closer to you. Closer to you. Cowboy, take me away, closer to you. Bye!
Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today. Imagine there's no countries.
Nothing hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion too. Imagine all the people living I'm alive in peace. You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you join us and the world will be Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can. No need for greed or hunger. A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people sharing all the world you do. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one. A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun. You can't trust anyone. I was so sure what I needed was more. Tried to shoot out the sun.
Days when we raced, we threw off the pain.
Such damage was done. But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew. I was meant for someone. So girl, leave your boots by the bed. We ain't leaving this room. 'Cause someone needs medical help for the magnolias. It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood. So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good. Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress in Richmond all night. I sobered up and I swore off that stuff. Forever this time. When the old lover see, I thought it'd be me who helped him get home. But home was a dream, one I'd never seen till you came along. So girl, hang your dress up to dry. We ain't leaving this room. The Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs. Carries this house on Stones like a piece of driftwood. Cover me out and know you're enough to use me for good.
So girl, leave your boots by the bed when you're leaving this room.
Someone needs medical help or the magnolias. It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood. So cover me up and know you're not alone. To use me for good. Cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good.
And all the light standing over you. Through the dreams of me, I believe I'll tell you that heaven's gonna be your home. You're less than beautiful. So don't you worry, I'm your angel sending the light. I am not the person who is singing. I am the silent one inside. I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes. I just pacify their egos. I am not my house, my car, my songs. They are only stops along my way. I'm like the winter. I'm a dark, cold female with a golden ring of wisdom in my gaze. And it's me who is my enemy. Me who beats me up. Me who makes the monsters. Me who strips my confidence. I am carrying my voice. I am carrying my heart. I am carrying my rhythm. I am carrying my prayers. But you can't kill my spirit. It's so linear and strong, like a mountain. I'll go on and on, but when my wings are folded, the brightly colored mall blends into the dirt and to the ground. And it's me who is my enemy. Me who beats me up. Me who makes the monsters. Me who strips my confidence. And it's me who's too— and it's me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love. And it's me who's too— and it's me who's too shy To ask for the thing I love, but I love, but I love, but I love, but I love, but I love, but I love. I am walking on the bridge. I am over the water and I'm scared as hell, but I know there's something better. Yes, I know there's something better. Yes, I know. Yes, I know. Yes, I know. But I love my enemy. But I love me who beats me up. Run, monsters! Run, love! Run! Who stirs my confidence? And who is my enemy? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Who makes the monsters? Me, who stirs But it's me. But it's me. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. Don't tell your secrets to anyone because ideas are vulnerable. As soon as you say your idea out loud, Then it can go and live on its own. And you will miss it, oh, so much. And you will wait for its return. And you will wish it were your own. But ideas that left never come back. Oh, don't tell your mother that you are afraid. Don't tell your lover that your heart might. Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe, because as soon as you say it out loud, they will leave you, and you will miss them oh so bad, and you will wait for them. I'm sorry. return, and you will wish they were your own. But gods that have left you will never grace your home. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. Don't tell your secret to anyone. Because ideas are vulnerable. As soon as you say your ideas out loud, then they can go and live on their own without you, and you will miss them oh so much. So bad. And you will wait for their return. And you will wish they were your own. But ideas that left will never come back home.
Nunca he creído que alguien me odia. Aunque me hayan querido matar. Tras mis asesinos se esconde otra fuerza. Que sí es mi enemiga mortal. Todos los tipos de muerte hacen cola ante mi puerta esperando su hora. El instrumento es quien cambia de rostro, pero yo sé que hay un único Dios. Sé que todas las palabras con que le canto a la vida vienen conmigo. Sé que el pasado me odia y que no va a perdonar mi amor con el porvenir. Por eso manda verdugos con todos los uniformes. Mi asesino es el pasado. Aunque con más Siempre que un hombre le pega a otro hombre, no es al cuerpo al que le quiere dar. Dentro del puño, el odio, una idea que lo agrede, que lo hace cambiar. Cuando lo quieto se siente, ¡Ay! Todo cambia de sentido, y en la medida en que todo acelera, sigue cambiando la espera. Siempre tendré un enemigo con ese plante arrugado, más cansado que yo, el que al largo de su sombra quiera cortar la medida. De cada revolución. Y ya se dijo que es más grande, que es más grande que nosotros. Ya se dijo que se hace para otros, para otros, para otros. Para otros. Imensa e amarela, tão redonda a lua como flutua, vem navegando o azul do firmamento. E no silêncio lento, um trovador cheio de estrelas. Escuta agora a canção que eu fiz pra te esquecer, Luísa. Eu sou apenas um Um pobre amador apaixonado, um aprendiz do teu amor. Acorda, amor, que eu sei que embaixo desta neve mora um coração. Vem cá, Luísa, me dá tua mão. O teu desejo O meu desejo é sempre o meu desejo. Vem, me exorciza da minha tua boca. E a rosa louca vem me dar um beijo e um raio de sol nos teus cabelos, como um brilhante que partindo a luz explode em 7 cores, develando então os céus. Sete mil amores que eu guardei somente pra te dar, Luísa.
Luísa.
I'm lonesome but happy, rich but I'm broke, and the good Lord knows the reason. I'm just a cowpoke from Cheyenne to Douglas, the ranges I know, 'cause I drift With the wind, no one cares where I go. I got a dime in these old worn-out jeans, so I'll stop. Eating steak. And I'll go back to beans. I'll pick up a 10-spot in Prescott, Idaho, riding the broncs in the big rodeo.
No, no, no, no, no.
Some evening in the springtime, a filly all fine. I might spend all summer with her on my mind. I'll never be branded. I'll never be broke. I'm a carefree range ridin', driftin' cowboy. A menudo los hijos se nos parecen, así nos dan la primera satisfacción. Esos que se menean con nuestros gestos, echando mano a cuanto hay a su alrededor. Esos locos bajitos que se incorporan con los ojos Ojos abiertos de par en par, sin respeto al horario ni a las costumbres, y a los que por su bien hay que domesticar. Niño, Deja ya de joder con la pelota, niño, que eso no se dice, que eso no se hace, que eso no se toca. Carga en Con nuestros dioses y nuestro idioma, nuestros rencores y nuestro porvenir. Por eso nos parece que son de goma y que les basta en Nuestros cuentos para dormir. Nos empeñamos en dirigir sus vidas sin saber el oficio y sin vocación, y les vamos transmitiendo Bebiendo nuestras frustraciones con la leche templada y en cada canción. Niño, deja ya de joder con la pelota. Niño, Que eso no se dice, que eso no se hace, que eso no se toca. Nada ni nadie puede impedir que sufran, que las aguas Que las agujas avancen en el reloj. Que decidan por ellos, que se equivoquen. Que crezcan y que un día nos digan adiós.
Cuando ya nada se espera personalmente exaltante, más se palpita. Gritáis así, de más allá de la conciencia. Fieramente existiendo, ciegamente afirmando, con un pulso que golpea las tinieblas. Que golpea las tinieblas. Cuando se miran de frente, Ante los vertiginosos ojos clámaros de la muerte se dicen las verdades, las bárbaras terribles amorosas crueldades. Amorosas crueldades. Poesía para el pobre, Poesía necesaria como el pan de cada día, como el aire que exigimos 13 veces por minuto para ser y en tanto somos. De Rusia que glorifica. Porque vivimos a golpes. Porque apenas si nos dejan decir que somos quien somos. Nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno. Estamos tocando el fondo, estamos tocando el fondo. Mal Maldigo la poesía concebida como lujo cultural por los neutrales, que lavándose las manos se desentienden y evaden. Maldigo la poesía de quien no toma partido, partido hasta mancharse. No son mías las faltas, siento en mí a cuantos sufren y canto respirando. Canto y canto y cantando más allá de mis penas, de mis penas personales. Pensando, pensando. No es una poesía gota a gota pensada, no es un bello producto, no es un fruto perfecto. Es lo más necesario, lo que no tiene nombre. Son gritos en el cielo. Y en la tierra son actos. Porque vivimos a golpes, porque apenas si nos dejan decir que somos quiénes somos. Nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno. Estamos tocando el fondo. Estamos tocando el fondo. Iñaki Salvador.
Good girl, loves her mom, loves Jesus and America too. She's a good girl, is crazy about Elvis, loves horses and her boyfriend too. And it's a long day living in Reseda. There's a freeway running through the yard. And I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her. I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart.
And I'm free. Free falling. Yeah, I'm free, free falling.
All the vampires walking through the The valley, move west down, venture up Boulevard. And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows, and the good girls are home with broken hearts.
I'm free, I'm free for Yeah, I'm free, free falling. Breathe all in love.
Breathe all in love. Breathe all in love. I wanna glide down over Mulholland. I wanna ride through, name in the sky. I'm gonna breathe Out into nothing, gonna leave this world for a while. Now I'm free falling down, free falling, free falling, falling down, free falling. Yeah, I'm free falling down.
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abyssal dustbin of depressing pessimism too.
Trickled down on our hopes and hypnotized the summer of 1979.
Marched into the Capitol, Rudy Duplessis would get any more beating of any part of the system. They make you wear your mask till the system burns you. Omega Ultra Power, now sit, relax, deepens, deepens, deepens, deepens. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can be just dab-juggin' your energy. How to walk in dignity with throw-up on your shoes. We camped the 5th of August, 1979. Cap, you laid the capital of the Republic, my city is Hasta que choque China con África, que no vaya a perseguir.
Sería bueno que pidieras que la tierra se mueva. Hasta que choque China con África, te voy a preguntar. Ya sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya. Si yo fuera tú, Si fuera tu esclavo, te pediría más. No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya. Si fuera tu esclavo, te pediría más. Nada te ata a leer las novedades, nadie te pisa, nadie te pica ni te va a chupar. No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya. I will try not to breathe. I can hold my head still with my hands and my knees. His eyes are the eyes of the old. Shivering in bone. I will try not to breathe. This decision is mine. I have lived a full life. These are the eyes that I want you to remember.
I will go.
I need something to fly over my grave. I need something to grieve. I will try not to burn. I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath till all these shivers subside. Just look in my eyes. I will try not to worry you. I have seen things that you will never see. Leave it to memory me.
Shattered green.
I want you. To remember. I need something to fly over my grave with you. I need something to breathe. Baby, don't you shiver now. Why do you shiver now? I'm I need something to fly over my grave. You will never see. I need something to breathe. This is Leandro. I will try not to worry. I have seen things that you will never see. Leave it to memory me. Don't dare me to breathe.
I want you.
To remember. I need something to fly over my grave. I need something to breathe. I don't share your quietness.
Something to breathe.
Something to breathe. I see things you will never see. I want you to remember. Hello stranger, can you tell us where you've been? More importantly, however did you come to be here? Though a stranger, you can rest here for a while. But save your energy, your journey here is far from over. Come the sunrise, we'll descend through Judgment Valley and way aworth before Her Majesty the Verde River. No direction but to follow what you know. No direction but a faith in her decision. No direction but to never fight her flow. No direction but to trust the final destination. You're a stranger till she whispers you can stay. You're a stranger till she whispers That your journey's over. Weigh your worth before Her Majesty the Verde River. Weigh your worth before Her Majesty the Verde River. Weigh your worth before Her Majesty the Verde River. Weigh your worth before Her Majesty the Verde River. Yo voy por los caminos que no sigue nadie y vuelco el sentimiento en la canción. Yo voy por los caminos que no sigue nadie y vuelco el sentimiento en la canción. Yo tomo de la brisa ese olor a calle y es él el que me da la dirección. Y yo sé que tapándome los ojos puedo estar mucho Más lejos sin tener que caminar. Y olvidar que en el cielo de la gente, en lugar de un sol ardiente, Hay una moneda más. Yo voy por los caminos que no sigue nadie y sin embargo soy feliz. Yo voy perdiendo sangre como el sol. El sol de la tarde la recupero en la canción. Soy feliz con lo que a nadie le gusta, con lo que a todos asusta, aunque griten contra mí. Y creo en Dios porque solo él me entiende cuando allí me voy perdiendo. Tras de mi imaginación. Yo voy por los caminos que no sigue nadie y sin embargo soy feliz. Yo voy por los caminos que no sigue nadie y sin embargo soy feliz. Últimamente los días y las noches se parecen demasiado. Si algo aprendí en esta ciudad es que no hay garantías. Nadie te regala nada. Todo podía terminar terriblemente mal, pero este caso había que resolverlo.
¿Qué pasó? La espera me agotó.
No sé nada de vos. Dejaste tanto en mí. En llamas me acosté, y en un lento degradé supe que te perdí. ¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer? Sin olvido moriré y otro crimen quedará, otro crimen quedará sin resolver.
Traición.
Salimos del amor. Tal vez me la busqué.
Mi ego va a estallar.
Ha ido ¿Dónde no estás? No, los celos otra vez.
¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer? Si no olvido, moriré.
Otro crimen quedará, otro crimen quedará sin resolver.
Si no olvida, moriré.
¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer?
¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer? Ahora sé lo que es.
Y otro crimen quedará, otro crimen quedará sin resolver.
I do coke so I can work longer, so I can earn more, so I can do more coke. I do coke so I can work longer, so I can earn more, so I can do more coke. Coke. So I can work longer. So I can earn more. So I can do more coke.
I do coke.
So I can work longer. So I can earn more.
So I can do more coke.
I can be myself. I can be myself. I can be myself.
I can be myself.
I can be myself. So I can earn more. So I can learn more. So I can learn more. So I can learn more. So I can learn more. So I can learn more.
I do coke so I can work longer, so I can earn more, so I can do more coke.
I do coke so I can work longer, so I can earn more. So I can do more coke. I don't want a holiday in the sun.
I wanna go to the New Bell Centre.
I wanna see some history. 'Cause now I got a reason about economy. Oh, now I got a reason. Now I got a reason. Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting. Now I got a reason. Now I got a reason to be white. The party's on! And now can I make? Now I got a reason, now I get a reason, now I got a reason and I'm still waiting. Now I got a reason, now I got a reason to be waiting. The ball I want.
I forget just why I taste it. Yeah, I guess it makes me smile. I found it hard. It's hard to find the will. Whatever, never mind. Hola, hola, Cardoso. Escuchá, la camilla nueva principal, el 427. Tenemos uno que entró en cabecita negra, de bebida corriente, cartón, buenas pulseras. Se llama Juanito, Guillermo Tomena. Van a firmar las cosas, Cardoso.
Van a llegar a las 10 de la mañana. Bien. El chico de la tapa se rendía por ser corriente.
Después perdía a su chica y no me sale la luna a explicar.
Yo voy amablemente con una gran sonrisa en los dientes. Te para en la calle y si no le das, te manda a guardar. Si la policía no lo Si los camioneros no lo llevan hasta donde va, él se mueve al toque caminando muy tranquilamente con la 22 en el bolsillo de papel. Hace algunos años pateaba la calle haciendo la paz y vendiendo postales. El mundo está lleno de hijos de puta, y hoy especialmente está llena de ruta. No voy a morir de amor. El chico de la tapa que la Luna se asuntó de nieve. Sin madres, a decir, ustedes hermanos bebiendo herbal.
Y el sábado en la tarde en la cancha, solo, solo. Dos chuchas, un disco y lo bautizaron Arsenal.
Y todos a los bardones, dos centros y dos chambelotas. No saben que las estrellas, las revistas y la federal.
Y yo me río de todos en la cara con un ojito y otra. Un ángel me vigila y me protege en esta ciudad. ¡Vamos, chicos!
Yo siempre viví a la boca del diablo, naciendo, muriendo y resucitando. El mundo está lleno de hijos de puta, yo especialmente esta semana, puta. No voy a morir de mono.
No voy a morir de mono. She'd take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move. She turned the rain to a rainbow when I was living in the gloom. Yeah. Why then, if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you? Perfect don't mean that it's working. So what can I do?
What's wrong?
When you're out, outside, in my mind. Watch out. Open and find a glimpse of us. Tell me, save us your glory. Does he laugh the way I did?
I can't even deal with this right now. I'm on the way out.
Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived?
Maybe one day you feel.
Hey, I'm about to go. What's wrong?
Hey, what are you talking about?
Maybe you'll start slipping slow. Find me again when you're out outside.
You look like a clown. I'm done.
Turn that thing off. And I tried to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way you are. Said I'm fine, said I moved on. I'm only here passing time in the room.
Fuck you! Stop filming me!
You don't have any papers. This is my house.
Why are you fucking filming me? No, I'm done. I'm done.
You good?
You guys are fucking idiots.
Pick him up, pick him up, pick him up. Bro, what are you doing? Good times for a change. See the luck I've had to make a good man turn bad. So please, please, please let me, let me Let me, let me have who I want this time. Haven't had a dream in a long time, but see the life I've had. You can make a good man bad. So for once in my life, let me have who I want. Lord knows it would be the first time. Lord knows It would be the first time. I haven't had a dream in a long time. But see, the life I've had can make a good man bad. So for once in my life, let me have a I've won. Lord knows it would be the first time. Lord knows it would be the first time. Hello, Central. What's the matter with this line?
I wanna talk.
Hello, Central.
What's the matter with this line?
I wanna talk. To that highbrow of mine, tell me how long will I have to wait? Won't be that long. Please give me $2.98. Why do you hesitate? Good number for the Mortal Kombat. Oh, what you say? Can't talk to my brownie. A storm last night blew the wires all down. Now tell me, how long will I have to wait? Come on in this house, girl. Oh, won't you tell me now? Why do you hesitate? Go on in there, Mama. Go on in there.
Say. Last Sunday night, my beau proposed to me.
Said he'd be happy if his wife I'd be. Said he, how long, baby, will I have to wait?
Come be my wife. My Kate, why do you hesitate? Say I declined him, it was just for a start.
He left that night on the cannonball. Honey, oh honey, how long will I have I don't know about you, baby, but I'm ready now, and I ain't hesitating either. Oh, won't you tell me now, baby, why do you hesitate?
Freeze my heart as I close the door to wait in line so I can wait some more. And it's true. What they say about love. Yes, it's true what they say about life, and I'm taking it for all it's worth. I watch the numbers register on the postal scale. I think of your hands and calculate how many Desired feels the weight of a letter. It's true what they say about me—that I'm out of my mind. But I think that you like it.
So take.
Take the chance. Be reckless with me. 'Cause I'm real alone. And you are real. And we are Is it pleasing? 600,000 miles and all this solitude. I'm lonely. Oh Lord, it's pleasing what I'll find beneath your new pair of glasses. I never included a name in a song, but I'm changing my ways for you. I'm waiting for you, Jonathan. I need you to know, I need you to know that I'm real.
