Amorosa Page #5

Us, who are insane, knows

there are no limits.

We dare to acknowledge this tremendous

thought. That's why we lose our minds.

Mrs. needs her rest.

The sane, refuse to understand.

Do you ever think about death,

nurse Klara?

Mrs. Sprengel shouldn't speak

about such silly things.

Where did the dead go, nurse Klara?

They were our friends. They spoke.

We could feel them breathing.

We put our poor friends,

in a grave and forget about them.

We walk all over,

our dead friends.

Meanwhile, the earth is

spinning, round, round round.

With the burden of the living and the dead.

Don't you ever think about these thing?

You're too much in your head, Mrs. Sprengel.

Are you afraid of death, nurse Klara?

I'm terrified.

I don't want to die.

My choice is between,

sickness and health.

I choose to get better.

I should have used my desire to be

sick, for the opposite.

"Dear Tor Bonnier. "

"I believe 'Poor Nobility" would

be a fitting title for my new novel. "

I need to write about my family.

Otherwise, I'll never escape them.

"I assure you that the book will be

idyllic, lovable and platonic. "

As if I had written it myself...

"I have mourned over my books

you didn't want to publish".

"So much that I became ill. Therefore

I'd be grateful if you sent me an advance. "

Since you already approved

the first chapter. "

We're going to Italy.

To live in Sweden is like drinking

milk, healthy, yet lethal.

We're traveling to Rome, Florence, Venice,

where you can write and get inspiration.

The crow travels abroad, and

returns just as black as before.

One of these days you'll be

the whitest of all birds.

They don't understand

you at home, but soon...

I'll have to die first, Pa.

Send me money for 16 sheets,

61 lines per page.

Calculated according to my new tariff

that my husband negotiated for me.

Mother says she doesn't want to see

you or your horrid husband anymore.

Dr. Iller believes he should

be institutionalized.

Spregel is making you ill, by the

things he's forcing you to write.

For heaven's sake, Agnes! Our entire family

history is being revealed in your books.

You merge multiple persons into one,

but we're being recognized. You ridicule us.

Now everyone believes we're

degenerated, anemic, senile...

We require that you'll

stop writing about us!

You expose us in front

of the entire nation.

Don't you ever think about us,

who wants to live a decent life?

Think of our defenseless

children. Can you?

Now when your audience is so grande,

you make a lot of money.

It's time to pay your debts,

especially to Gerhard.

He gave you money for the wedding

with your horrid husband!

This home is Agnes private

area. Get out of here!

Petty bourgeois!

You'll make Agnes ill again!

Don't touch me.

The beauty sat in the forest with her hands

covering her eyes, she didn't want to see!

Take me to the mental institution, Pa,

to the section of the violent and psychotic.

Let there be trouble!

I can't take it anymore!

There! There!

Pa, has arranged money and tickets.

We're going to the valley

of olive groves and palm trees.

The palm trees... In the language of flowers

"palm tree" means laurel wreath.

Pa, will restore his

little Butterbur, cherie,

We're going to prevail in any case, Pa.

We'll win, Pa.

Yes.

My family will never find me here, right?

They'll never find me.

It would be like looking for a

black cow in a burnt forest.

It would be wonderful

to be rooted in hot soil...

...to be watered by rain...

...and to spread your shimmering leaves

towards a burning and tender sun...

...to die with the autumn winds,

and to rise again by spring.

Why did God create man,

with such anxious hearts?

He should only have created grass, trees

and plants. What a lovely world it would be!

Calm... It's only ruminations,

which rise with the fatigue

after having completed a work.

It was about time you got married,

Adolf. I'm so happy for you!

Adolf will give me grandchildren.

Do you hear me, Agnes?

Our family will live on through him.

What a lovely couple!

What a wonderful wedding!

What delightful champagne!

The bridesmaid's dresses are lovely!

You look pale, Agnes.

Agnes, hurry up!

You'll never escape us, Agnes.

We share the same blood.

The same blood...

...the same blood!

English translation: peyotequeen

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