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At seventeen you can not be formal..."

"when there is lime green

on the road."

You can see that Rimbaud speaks

drunkenness of nature.

- And the excesses that lead to love.

Because being young, Love goes

through excesses, disinhibition...

At 17, one can fall in love

only during the holidays...

live a story, and to return to high school

have much to tell...

because we fell in love

and that summer was cute.

Falling in love, is revealed as a man.

Spend youth to be an adult.

It is the intoxication of summer

insouciance, freedom...

- happiness, joy.

In the third stanza,

"Robinsonea" is a neologism?

Is he referring to Robinson Crusoe?

We're adventurous two months

and finally we are alone.

Begins and ends the same. Life is

like a circle, something infinite...

repeating, whatever happens.

Not necessarily a poem

about the meeting...

It's more like a diagnosis,

on the dreams of young love.

Okay, tomorrow 5 pm, 300 Euros.

Which address?

- Isabelle, are you coming to lunch?

- I am coming.

- You write to your boyfriend?

- How do you know?

Easy to note.

You are radiant.

- Is he not in high school?

- No, you are crazy.

- How old is he?

- 32 years old.

I understand,

just a**holes around here.

- What does he do?

- He works as a lawyer.

Do you remember the old guy

we talked to in front of high school?

- Yes.

It happened again to a friend of my sister.

But she did go through then.

- Oh, really?

- Just to buy a Prada bag, can you imagine that?

Why is Isabelle always

in that bad mood?

Too bad you did not keep the

old guy's number.

- Are you serious?

- No, I am just kidding.

And also I do not like Prada handbags.

- I am leaving.

- What time are you coming back?

- During evening, I am going to see Claire.

We are working

on a presentation.

- Did you take my grey silk blouse?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Of course, do not bother me, I said no.

- Hey, mind your tone!

Have a nice day

and you work well!

- Did you get how she speaks?

- Excuse me.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- Have a seat!

- What is your name?

- Lea.

- Very good choice.

- How old are you?

- 20 years.

- And you are studying?

- 2nd year humanities.

- Where?

- In La Sorbonne.

- Do you feel good?

- Yes, I am fine.

- Do it to you yourself!

In a natural way.

Do not look at me!

Turn around and

show me your ass!

On your knees.

Here.

- Can I shower?

- No.

- What is it?

- My money.

I am coming.

It should be 300 Euros.

- Sorry, no proof.

- We said 300.

Come on, get out! Or I will tell

your parents you are a whore.

Okay, now, 500 Euros.

I want my money up-front.

Okay, but for 500 you suck me

without a condom.

- I do not know.

- Do not worry, I am married!

- Do you work only this?

- No, I do something different sometimes.

- You know the saying?

- No.

"A whore today,

a whore forever."

- Did you know, that Isabelle is here?

- No, I have not heard her.

- And she is taking a shower at this time.

- It is a woman thing.

- Are you working?

- Yes, I have a paper to finish.

- You know you can work all day on Sunday.

- Do not worry, I will do this.

- Do you not forget the theater tonight?

- Why do you not ask Victor?

Because he stays at his friend Patrick

and we would like you to come with us.

- So I am stuck in.

- You have to take a breath.

- I, at your age...

- I know, going to parties, cheesier...

Hurry up! It will not be long

until we go to the restaurant.

- How are you?

- How long have you been waiting?

- We have to go now, it will start soon.

- We are...

- In the gallery.

- We are there. See you later.

- See you in the break.

- See you.

- Where are they?

Ladies and Gentlemen,

please return to your seats!

- Did you see your mother?

- No.

- It will start now.

Excuse me, excuse me.

See you on Wednesday.

Same time. Room 6095. G.

- Do you like the theater?

- Not much.

- Did you come with your parents?

- Yeah, well, he is my stepfather.

- Your mother is a beautiful woman.

- Do they not suspect something?

- No.

- Better not.

You would not lie about your age,

right?

- You are an adult, at least?

- Of course, I turned 18 this summer.

Thank you.

- Do you see many more?

Like you, I have a heart...

can not promise anything...

scared to love...

but maybe loves you.

Why hide it?

Why avoid it?

I have nothing to give you...

what my eyes see.

Not want to suffer...

but who never suffers?

Why avoid it?

Why leave?

By staying in your ivory tower...

seeing everything pink

or all black.

Solo.

Solo.

Not be very unhappy...

one forgets that it is not very happy.

Solo.

Solo.

- Is there anyone home?

- Mum told me you had a girlfriend.

- Nothing to tell.

- You can tell your older sister.

- And you, did you write your German guy?

- No.

- Do you not want to see him again?

What for? He does not live here.

And Felix was nothing.

- Did you enjoy yourself?

- Yes, it was nice.

- Nice is not enough.

So, how is your love...

or your lover?

- Nothing for you.

- I said, I am like you, I did not fall in love.

- What do you know?

- Do you masturbate now?

- Now, stop! You are a sexual freak.

- Do you stumble?

- Shut up!

- Do you not watch stuff on the internet?

- I am going to watch TV.

- Wait!

- Do you not want to?

- Are you married?

- Yes.

- Was it that woman in the theater?

- No. She was my daughter.

I was never a good father.

Did not care that much.

She was resentful for long time, but then...

now, we are better.

Approached towards each other. We go to

the theater or to the movies together.

And she likes me, too.

- And as a husband?

- I'm trying.

- And you?

- What?

- Your father?

- There is nothing to say. It is my father.

- You can undress now.

- Georges?

Georges?

Georges?!

Georges?

Georges!

What the f***?!

- How did you do this?

- I told you:
I fell after showering.

I went through this obsession...

showering all the time.

I will put a patch

and have a small scab.

- Will it last long?

- For the time to heal.

There it is.

A cute patch.

I remember your childhood always coming

back angry from the bloody school.

Like a maniac.

- Winter -

- Excuse me, good morning.

- Good morning.

- Can we talk to Mrs. Bontal, please?

- Do you have an appointment?

- No, we are with the police.

- My daughter, Isabelle?

- Isabelle... or "Lea".

Lea? That is the name of my mother,

I do not know what you are talking about.

- This is your daughter, right?

- No?

- Yes, I think.

Georges Ferrire often met

your daughter, "Lea".

Your daughter has a double life.

As a prostitute.

- She is 17, you must be wrong.

- No. It is her, no doubt.

About your daughter... she is

as a witness not in danger.

And the law consider her to be

a victim of this man.

However, there is an investigation

ongoing, whether these acts...

happened on own will or are

linked to a network of pimps.

Today with the internet any child

can access porn sites.

You have no idea, unless you install

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