La teta y la luna Page #3

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Maybe my mother felt the same way

about me and it's just the same thing.

Am I boring you?

I come from a world where...

where singing and dreaming

and creating, they mean something,

it's not just...

Oh, Jesus!

You know how long it's been since

you've told me one of your dreams?

You sing!

Joe, Joe, happy birthday.

Joey, Joey, 15 years old.

- Show me!

- No!

- Yes!

- F*** off!

I wanna see that!

You bastard!

Come on, you wanna fight?

- Bastard!

- F***ing b*tch!

F***ing b*tch!

F***ing a**hole!

Every holy day in church,

when I offered my prayers

to God,

a handsome and gallant

young man

would keep offering

himself to my gaze.

Our lips remained sealed,

but our eyes spoke

what our hearts meant.

Hidden by darkness,

yesterday he came to me:

"I'm a student

living in poverty..."

San Lorenzo's monster,

today I kill you,

tomorrow I'll be sorry.

San Lorenzo's monster, today I kill you,

tomorrow I'll be sorry.

- Who taught you? You look like

a nurse. - What?

Do you know what happened today?

Billy Martin's left the Yankees.

Retired.

God, he was great!

He brought the Yankees

two world championships,

one world series...

You know baseball? No,

you wouldn't know. You're Italian.

All you guys ever do

is play soccer.

He was the greatest manager

since Casey Stengel.

I don't know why he left.

I don't know.

Why he had to leave?

Come here!

Two beers, very cold.

I don't want a beer,

I want an ice-cream cone.

Ice-cream.

But you're American.

I was in New York long time ago.

Hey, I'm from New York

too, from Brooklyn!

I was a bartender there. I used

to make drinks, cocktails, you know?

Manhattan, Martini, chuc, chuc...

- Where did you find him?

- Out there.

- Now let's talk.

- What?

Tell me all about you.

So, don't you talk?

- I'm listening, you know?

- He's American.

Listen to the ground.

There is movement all around.

There is something goin' down

and I can feel it.

On the waves of the air,

There is dancin' out there.

If it's somethin' we can share,

we can steal it.

And that sweet city woman,

she moves through the light,

controlling my mind and my soul.

When you reach out for me

yeah, and the feelin' is bright.

Night fever.

We know how to do it.

Night fever.

We know how to show it.

Here I am.

Now let's dance old fashion,

like a man and a woman.

How do you say it in English?

Cheek to cheek.

I'm...

I'm looking for someone.

What?

I can't find them.

What the f*** is he saying?

What are you saying?

Come here, gorgeous!

Giuseppe!

Giuseppe!

Happy birthday, Joe.

I really miss dad.

You don't miss him, do you?

Mom.

I'm cold.

Joe, come on.

Come on, I'll put you to bed.

Right over here you'll have a good sleep.

Two steps. That's a boy.

That's a baby.

I don't remember buying you

those sexy underpants, Joe.

- I bought them.

- Where?

Somewhere around Piazza de Spagna.

I have to go to the bathroom.

F***, I can't pee.

I'll help you.

D'you remember when you were little

and you'd wait to pee

till you got a new bicycle?

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

- How long will he sleep?

- 3 to 4 months.

No, sleep.

When he'll wake up,

he'll feel weak.

He will be very hungry.

Give him something to eat.

And talk to him.

Talk to him a lot.

I'll leave some milk for him

in case he wakes up.

He'll wake up in about 24 hours.

You know how to get out?

Don't worry, you owe me nothing, but

there's something you could do for me.

- What?

- I'd like to take a picture.

A picture?

Thanks.

Bye.

Yes?

- Hi!

- Sshhh! Joe's sleep.

- Sleep?

- He's sick.

Poor thing.

- Let me say hello to him.

- No!

What's wrong with you, Caterina?

Sit down.

What are you trying to do?

Put your legs here.

You are so goddamn American!

I can't!

Enough!

Enough!

Why don't we go away someplace

for a week?

To Morocco.

Let's go alone.

Just the two of us.

What do you think?

You need a lover.

C*nt!

I don't wanna sing anymore.

What?

- I don't wanna sing anymore!

- No, Caterina, no...

Don't cry...

Don't cry, please.

I don't wanna sing anymore, Joe.

I have to talk to you later.

- Who are you?

- I'm Mustafa.

- Are you Joe's friend?

- Yes.

What do you want?

I was thinking to steal your car.

I wanna talk to you.

Not here...

Not here...

At my house.

Take the stairs.

Lock well the door.

Please, sit down.

Beautiful, ah?

Be right back.

Prepare you mint tea,

Arab style.

The best you ever tried.

Look, forget....

Forget the Arab tea.

Do you sell the stuff

to my son?

Do you?

Do you?

Sit down.

Why do you do this?

I must eat.

That's bullshit, you know?

It's really an excuse.

Why don't you get a job?

Get a job!

You don't get a job

because you hate to work.

You really believe I haven't

looked for work?

You're right. I hate to work

because there is no work.

You have something stronger

that I can put in the tea?

I'm sorry, my religion

doesn't allow alcohol.

You're religious, ah...

I see.

- Did you do that?

- Yes, he's walking, you see?

- Yeah, it's good.

- D'you know where he's going?

No. Where?

You know? You're his mother.

You didn't know him better than I.

I don't know.

He's coming here.

Does he come here often?

Yes... Even when

he doesn't need to buy.

He lays on the bed and talks and talks.

We're friends.

- What does he talk about?

- Everything. You.

He's different from the others.

- Different?

- He's very lonely. You know that.

- How much is that cost?

- 200 thousand liras a gram.

What? Are you kidding me?

That's... that's... absolutely awful.

It's poison!

It's more expensive than caviar,

diamonds or truffles.

I only get a small 10 per cent.

Where does Joe get that kind of money?

He steals it from you,

haven't you noticed?

- You like Joe, don't you?

- Very much.

- He's your friend.

- Yes.

I have... a thought, an idea.

A proposition to make you.

I'll give you money.

I'll give you lots of money.

I'll write you a check.

Only promise me that you'll tell...

... Joe that you don't have

any more of this.

Don't worry.

I'm closing the shop.

I saved some money

to buy a plane ticket.

I'm going back to my country.

You're happy?

Don't blush.

Don't talk to me that way.

I could be your mother.

My mother blush too.

Here, take it.

Wait... wait.

Take it. You'll need it.

No, I don't want it, no!

Take it.

Joe will need it.

Ah, they're beautiful.

Far from you,

there's no joy for me.

- Joe!

- Hi.

- Lipstick?

- No.

Good. I'm preparing you

a delicious dinner.

Ma!

Good, good...

It's a French style souffle.

- In candle light?

- Fancy.

Fancy!

You now have 19 minutes

and 45 seconds to get dressed.

- 19 minutes?

- And 45 seconds!

Come on, come on, come on...

You like your new watch?

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

Sh*t, the souffle.

God, this souffle looks awful.

It's genius, Joe!

It's... it's an inspiration.

It's a master piece.

I don't know how you did this.

I never could have done this.

It looks like an Italian frisbee.

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