Fate ignoranti, Le ( The Ignorant Fairies) Page #4

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the clerk told me

there was only one copy left,

which he went to get.

While I was waiting, Massimo arrived,

when he saw me near the computer

he thought I was the clerk,

he came right up to me

and asked me for the same book,

I wanted to laugh, because...

It's funny, isn't it?

When the clerk came back with

the book everything was cleared up,

but that was the last copy

and no new editions were scheduled.

Massimo was really disappointed.

He really wanted it.

He told me he'd pay me double for it,

actually he said:

"I'll give you whatever you want."

It was an awkward situation...

...because I had looked

everywhere for it that day,

and that was the fifth bookstore,

and I couldn't believe

I had found it.

It was red,

it had a red cover, right?

The complete works of Hikmet.

I had other books of his,

but that book had poems

that I had never read before.

I thought I could photocopy it

and then give him the book.

It was the first time

I had met someone who liked

my favorite poet so much.

"From your mind,

from your flesh,

from your heart,

your words reached me,

your words, brimming full of you...

Your words, dear mother,

your words, my love,

you words, my friend.

They were sad, bitter,

they were happy, full of hope,

they were courageous, heroic.

Your words were men."

The book was for you, wasn't it?

Massimo didn't even know

who Hikmet was.

"Just turn on the burner and

I'll be ready. Have a good day!"

- Good morning.

- Hi.

I was up all night translating,

so I made meatballs

this morning to unwind,

but you have to tell me

where I went wrong.

- Not so early in the morning.

- His didn't come out like this.

There's grated apple, hot pepper,

cooked in onion and orange juice.

Maybe there shouldn't be any onion.

I wouldn't know!

I thought that you

taught him how to make them.

- Massimo always made them.

- Massimo cooked?

He's still asleep.

- Do you want some coffee?

- I have to hurry.

We have to wash and change him.

Hi.

If you need anything, just ask us.

An accountant, a masseuse...

They have friends everywhere,

ready to solve any problem.

She's exaggerating,

but we're here if you need us.

Thanks.

I don't get it...

Massimo cooked?

Those were the best times with him.

He'd invent, create things!

Too sweet, aren't they?

I don't even know the original.

Hi Simone. Thanks.

- Have a taste.

- I'm on a diet.

Mamma will never know,

it's just some apple and orange.

- How is it?

- Good.

Michele said you can keep these.

I'll give you the recipe if you want.

August 22, two years ago,

on the beach, behind a bush,

then again that evening at his place,

and a few more times all night long.

You even remember the date!

Yeah, I did it on purpose.

I wanted everything from him,

even his disease.

Emanuele meant everything to me.

He'd take me,

then leave me whenever he wanted.

If he felt suffocated,

he'd do everything to push me away,

but if I was the one to leave,

he'd take me back.

Then came the day when I got sick,

they put me in a hospital,

and he disappeared.

You don't know where he is?

You haven't heard from him since?

No, but he knows exactly where I am.

The only memento I have of him...

...is this.

I know this place.

It's nearby.

That's where we always met.

Maybe we're still there,

but no one sees us,

because no one

ever understood our love.

Or maybe I'm the only one

who's still there.

I know a lot of people

who take the same medicine.

Ever since they started

this treatment they're a lot better.

They must be doing their

treatment the right way, then.

Couldn't you do it

the right way, too?

I like you a lot.

We like you a lot.

We have to find

the spitting image of Michele.

This girlfriend's obsessed!

Stop!

- This one's identical to Michele.

- At night, with the lights out.

- What do you say?

- Forget it!

Try this one.

What are they laughing about?

Antonia puts him in a good mood.

Let me see.

I burned all the clothes

I had in my previous life.

You own a boutique

and you don't own one suit.

I sell women's clothes, silly!

- This one isn't bad.

- Too pumped up.

How do they get like that?

Too skinny!

Bland.

No, curly hair, not my type!

Too feminine!

What hicks!

If these guys knocked on your door

you wouldn't let them in?

- No way, I swear.

- You've screwed worse trash!

Look who's talking!

If I can have my dream guy,

I might as well shoot for the best.

If we tighten your chest

and let out the jacket, it'll fit.

You're hurting her!

It's my prostate.

I tighten around your chest

and your prostate hurts?

No, it's been hurting me for months.

No, you can still see them.

I can stick them under my armpits.

No way, they'll hurt the whole time.

I've always suffered

in men's clothes.

You didn't have breasts before.

I always thought I had them.

Try this one.

Do you have this guy's e-mail?

Yeah, but I wouldn't e-mail him.

Darling, when you were desperate,

you put your lips around anything.

- What do you say?

- Hideous.

Guys? I've decided.

I'm going like this.

You look like

the Miss Gay Alternative!

What a babe!

You chose well, simple,

conservative, a bit jungle-like...

You'll go unnoticed!

Are we done modeling now?

I finished mine.

Political, isn't it?

"Who's gonna get

in my pants tonight?"

Can I have your attention, please.

You would never imagine it,

but after traveling aimlessly

and pathetically around the world,

we have among us once again,

the best of the worst...

Mr. "I promise it to everyone

but give it to no one"...

Prince Emir!

Would you all kindly

get on the waiting list.

Little sister!

He's Serra's brother,

I'd like to meet their parents.

Guess what I brought you?

I can't believe it! It's out now!

I postponed my departure

to wait for the new CD to come out.

It's my favorite singer.

I'm Emir.

I know I've seen you somewhere.

- In a picture?

- You've never been to Istanbul?

- No.

- Too bad, you should go.

Don't listen to him,

Emir's a real slut.

Slut? I don't know what that means.

Today you're drinking

half a glass, too.

To Emir.

That's weird,

somebody I care about just arrived.

They say that when you break a glass

a person you love has just left.

To Emir.

Don't you look nice!

Is it the guy from the park?

Now Nora's spying on me!

What's there to hide?

I'm going to a party with ten people.

Don't get upset! I'm happy that

you're dressing up for someone.

I'm not dressing up for anyone,

I'm dressing up for myself.

That's what I used to say...

nonsense!

You should wear a necklace.

Sorry!

Give me your necklace.

It wouldn't look

good with your dress.

Hypocrite! Why don't you just say

you don't want to give it to me?

I've never taken it off!

It's the symbol of my freedom,

it may sound silly but it's true.

I didn't know you used to be a slave.

Is it a present from the general?

It was from your aunt.

How did you get into the group?

You don't know?

Serra hasn't told me anything.

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