La teta y la luna Page #2

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I must see you,

you must hear me.

I come to you.

To us,

this is our loveliest moment!

Troubadour!

I tremble with rage!

Alone upon this earth.

Unlucky in war.

Nothing but a heart

is the hope of the Troubadour.

Nothing but a heart,

a heart for the Troubadour.

Oh, listen!

I tremble!

But if he possesses that heart...

beautiful in its pure faith...

I despair.

The jelousy.

- The jelousy.

- Then he is greater than any king,

Then he is greater...

... greater than any king.

I am not mistaken. She is coming.

- My soul!

- What shall l do?

You are late tonight.

The beating of my heart marked

the passing moments.

Then at last gracious love

brings you to my arms.

Faithless.

Faithless!

That voice!

Ah, in the darkness

I have made a terrible blunder!

I thought it was you

I spoke to, not him.

You, whom alone my soul

entreats and desires.

I love you, I swear it,

with a great and everlasting love!

- You dare?

- I can desire no more!

Your blood, o wretch,

is scarcely enough to quench it!

You dared to tell him,

"I love you!".

and he shall live no more.

He shall live no more,

he shall live no more.

Your blood, o wretch,

is scarcely enough to quench it!

You dared to tell him,

"I love you!". You said, "I love you!".

You said, "I love you!".

You said, "I love you!".

He shall live no more.

You said, "I love you!".

- He shall live no more.

- You said, "I love you!".

Your blood is scarcely enough

to quench it!

Bravo, bravo!

Come on, out everybody.

Let her rest.

Out everybody, I said!

Give her time to change.

Come on, out.

Caterina! Your voice is beautiful.

You've never sung so well.

I know. I held that D flat

for nine measures.

I don't understand your B flat.

- D!

- D, B.

The only thing I know.

Since Douglas died

you are singing much better.

No smoking.

It's not just my voice.

I'm stronger, Marina.

Shall I remove your wig?

I feel so old.

Don't be silly. You are stunning.

Everyone adores you.

I've always been a big hit with fags.

Iole, you're hurting me.

I was great tonight.

It's all Joe's fault...

If he'd stopped growing,

I wouldn't be so old.

Right. What about tomorrow?

- What's tomorrow?

- Joe's birthday.

No! Sh*t!

How could I forget?

Oh, Marina, I'm terrible,

I don't remember anything.

- How could you?

- I hate birthdays.

You know, I was nervous tonight.

I was scared.

It's the first time I've sung

here in years

and I knew that that audience.

They were...

They were out to get me.

They were watching

every single thing I did.

You were truly great.

Extraordinary.

Truly fantastic.

Unforgettable.

No, no, no kisses, Fiorella.

They're dangerous for her voice, honey.

I want a lot of people

at Joe's birthday.

I want him to feel important.

I want him to feel loved.

I only want a few people at my party.

- Joe, you scared the hell out of me.

- Where have you been, Joe?

You promised me that you'd be here.

I needed you.

I don't even know how I got

through the performance without you.

I heard a 10 minute applause.

Actually, it was a standing ovation.

Joe...

You're naughty.

Mom, lay off, you're getting

lipstick all over me.

I only wanna have a few friends

at my party,

you know, like Bobby, Arianna...

Yes, I understand, dear,

just people who really love you.

People who really love me

don't forget my birthday.

How long have you been here?

I'll get it.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Edward!

- Marina.

Where is Caterina?

Edward!

- I'll be with you in a minute.

- OK.

- It's hot here, isn't it?

- I think you need a drink.

- Hot, mm?

- So take your coat off.

How was I, Edward?

The plane was 2 f***ing hours late.

I'm terribly sorry, Caterina,

but I missed the performance.

Edward, another drink?

She's so beautiful!

She's so beautiful!

- Did you take the D flat tonight?

- You blew it, Edward.

Caterina, you know I adore you.

People who adore me don't miss

my opening nights.

Right, Joe?

Girls, girls!

Come up here.

Come, we're having a party.

It's beautiful.

It's a birthday for my son!

Oh, Joe!

The most beautiful girls in the street.

They were there like angels.

What a coincidence.

They'll come up, they'll sing for you.

They're so beautiful!

Mom, don't sh*t me.

You know you arranged it.

Joe... When I was

I was miserable.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you a little secret now

about my life.

You know what I did once?

I locked myself up in the bathroom

and I tried to kill myself.

Mom...

This music...

makes me wanna cry.

Come on, mom...

Mom!

Come here!

Come here!

Girls, you're in the wrong place.

In the sixties...

... believed in things!

Oh, Joe, come on, dance!

I don't wanna, leave me alone.

- Why? Come on, dance.

- I hate it.

- It's your birthday!

- I hate dancing!

Dance!

Let's steal it away!

My parents thought they understood me,

but they didn't, of course.

I'm thirsty!

- God, I hate her! I could kill her.

- Come on...

She's such fun,

she's fantastic.

- What is this thing?

- It's an Italian frisbee.

Look at Julian,

look at Julian dancing.

Is she pathetic!

She's just happy,

and you're ashamed of her.

Ashamed? What do you mean ashamed?

Come on, let's get out of here.

Where is Joe?

Once I had an old banjo,

the strings were made of twine.

And the only tune that I could play

was Trouble on my Mind.

Shady Grow, my little love.

Shady Grow, my chain.

Shady Grow, my little love,

I'm bound to go away.

Precious seems my Shady Grow,

standing in my door

with shoes and stocking in her hand

and her bare feet on the floor.

I like to hold your arm.

Your mother...

Your mother!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Would you please slow down?

How are you doing?

Concetta.

Close all doors.

Why do you do it?

Finally put up the curtains.

Good morning.

Am I disturbing you?

No, no.

Carry on, please, carry on.

Would you talk to me, Joe?

I hate that colour...

Excuse me...

I hate that colour.

I don't like it.

Pity, 'cause...

'cause it's beautiful.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no...

I'm leaving...

I'm really leaving.

When did you start?

Yes, Concetta?

No, I'm not in for anybody.

Not even for Marina.

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Who gave you that stuff?

That fat-ass little hippy

friend of yours?

- What are you doing?

- Ma'm, the piano.

Ah, yes, come right in.

Please, put it here.

It's so beautiful!

It's so black! I was expecting it.

So beautiful!

I get new pianos when I move,

and I feel so guilty, because

they're so terribly heavy...

Truly heavy, yes...

And so beautiful.

Please, a broom.

- Waw!

- Ah, yes...

It just exploded...

Like a bomb.

You want it?

And what would I do with it?

When I look at you

and your friends.

You scare me.

I feel like I'm on Mars.

I'm done.

Maybe it's because you're

all unhappy.

Or neurotic. I don't know.

I don't find it very touching.

I think it's awful.

The worst is you're just too young.

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