Aventuras de Robinson Crusoe, Las Page #2

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(crying)

At last!

A full harvest.

Now it could be truly said,

I worked for my bread.

Patty cake,

patty cake, baker's man

bake me a cake as

fast as you can.

Be patient, Rex

Sing for your supper, Poll.

Coarse,

burnt,

and most delicious

meal of my life.

I built a bower,

so that I fancied now,

I was Lord of the whole manor.

I had my country house,

and my seacoast house too.

I perfected

myself in all tasks.

And was forced

to learn new ones.

In short,

I learned to master everything

in my island except myself.

Sometimes in the

midst of my work,

the anguish of my

soul and my loneliness

I would break out

upon me like a storm.

Escape.

No matter the dangers,

I must do something

to escape this tomb,

this prison.

My heart died within me.

Alone.

Alone.

Forever alone.

I was a prisoner,

locked up by the eternal

bars and bolts of the ocean.

Days became weeks,

weeks became months,

months became years.

I quite gave up

looking to see for ships,

in time my linen

clothes rotted,

my cats all ran wild.

My faithful dog weaken by age

could no longer

keep up with the hunt

he so dearly loved.

Rex.

Rex.

Whats wrong?

Rex.

Come on boy.

Eat Rex eat.

Poor Rex

Poor boy

Would you like a tasty?

A dove?

A pigeons egg?

Now you just

wait there for me.

(Parrot talking)

Here Rex, here Rex

Now truly alone,

starved for the

sound of another voice,

any voice.

I would rush to the

valley of my echo.

The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want,

He makes me to

lie down in green pastures,

he leads me

besides still waters,

he restores my soul,

my soul!

Dreadful fantasies

possess my mind.

I fought to save my sanity.

Lie down in green pastures

He leads me

besides still waters,

he restores my soul.

Green pastures.

Green pastures.

The scriptures came

meaningless to my eyes.

The world seemed

but a whirling ball.

Its oceans and continents,

a green scum,

and myself.

With no purpose.

And no meaning.

Help!

Help!

Help, help!

Had anyone in England

met such an odd creature

as I was in my

it must either

have frightened them

or cause a great

deal of laughter.

Ah, my little friends.

Yes

I dont know what to call you

but you are my little

friends arent you?

Yeah?

Eh?

Just you wait there in your

homes and I will feed you.

You hungry too, aren't you?

Yes

Heres a morsel for you?

Eh.

There.

Go on, get him.

Get him!

Well, good bye.

Good bye.

Condemned, to all

those years of loneliness,

now trembling

in the apprehension

of seeing another human.

How mad men are

possessed by fear.

I even scattered my 10 cattle

so it won't

betray my presence.

(parrot talking)

Hello Robin, hello.

Shh, shh, shh, quiet.

Men eaters.

From that very land

I had once thought to sail to.

I bolted horrified

all that night

I observed the cannibals

at their ghastly

entertainment.

They left on the morning tide.

But how soon a tide

would bring them back?

How many times have

they come and gone?

While I unknowing,

was on my side of the island.

I was in a murdering humor,

I even thought to

lure them into my castle

and from the ambush,

slaughter 20 or 30,

of the naked wretches.

I knew no peace

for months and months.

A 100 times,

I was just about to let

fly at them in my sleep.

I contrived what

I called my bomb.

Now I had my bomb.

I had a vision.

I imagined how easy

I might set a trap,

and these monsters

might be destroyed.

After passion, hatred.

I realized I had

no heaven sent right

to be judge and executor,

on these people

who had done me no injury.

I would leave them

to God's justice.

I would not

interfere with them

unless they attack me first.

I moved about my island

with the greatest of caution,

never knowing when

their attack might come.

They had 2 victims.

While they strung

one up for slaughter,

I saw that the second

tried to make his escape.

Here, here.

No, no, no, no.

Here, here, here.

(gunshot)

Up, up, up now.

Up, up, I shall not harm you.

(not in english)

(not in english)

Here, up, up.

Here, up, up.

Him, him, you.

Underground, underground.

Out of sight, come on.

Him, him.

Him.

Him, under.

Yeah

(not in english)

(not in english)

Up, up, up, up.

What is your name?

What is your name?

You r name?

Name?

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here!

You, Friday

You Friday, Friday

Friday.

No!

Friday.

Fri day.

Master

Mas-ter

Mas-ter

Friday, Master, friends.

Friends.

Friends!

Eat.

Eat!

No, no eat man, wrong.

Friday, this good, eat.

I dare not sleep.

If the cannibals fail to

come for me before morning,

he might.

The cannibals had departed,

fortunately for me.

Without so much as a search

for their missing companions.

I would not let him

handle any weapon.

I used my musket

to ensure his continued

fear and respect of me.

(not in english)

I put a strong

door to my cave

so he could not take

me unaware at night.

How reassuring it was

to see him eat

the flesh of animals,

knowing the only source

for that other

meat he so relished

would be myself.

Master!

(not in english)

Someday, if you are good,

l will teach you to smoke.

How pleasant it was,

once more to have a servant.

Friday, what is this?

Milk

And this?

Bread

No Friday, use the fork.

Friday, whats this?

Plate

This Friday?

Meat

Good Friday, very good!

What do you see?

Inside, black line.

It is your land.

Your nation

Inside?

No, there!

But, with this,

It appears near

Theres your nation,

your people.

Oh happy, there see

my nation, my people.

Why do you always come

here, to this island?

God says, only good

place after kill here.

And you would like to

go back to your nation?

Yes, oh yes

Like go back Friday

Friday happy go

there see my people.

I understand.

Suppose a whole lot

of his countrymen

were to visit the island.

Would he not, forgetting

all obligation to me.

Either return with them

to his native country

or worse still,

lead them to plunder

my precious possessions.

And even join in

a feast upon myself.

Friday!

Why are you here Friday,

what do you want?

Smoke.

Good for Master,

Good for Friday.

Go.

If you want something

again, ask me, first.

Had he truly remembered my

promise that he might smoke?

No,

I could not trust him

through another night.

Go to bed now.

Not finished work.

Do you hear me, go to bed!

So long ago,

I had intended

these for slaves.

Sit up!

Give me your ankles.

You r legs?

Why you tie Friday?

I am your Master,

I shall do as pleases me.

You forced me to this

Now at least, I can sleep.

Take off quickly.

Friday foot hurts.

You had decided

Did you not tell me the other

day you wanted to go away,

go back to your own nation?

That you wanted to

go to your people.

Yes!

Go with you, only with you.

Well, they would kill me.

I tell you save life.

You friend

Theyd still kill me.

No, no kill.

My people obey Friday

Friday love Master always.

Friday, sit down.

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