La teta y la luna Page #4

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Maybe...

Ma, just 'cause you're my mother

doesn't mean you have to eat it.

Put a little salt on it, darling.

God, it's awful.

It sucks.

I f***ed it up.

Let's have some champagne, Joe, ok?

God, I hate to open champagne bottles.

It's like an explosion,

like a missile going off.

Tell me when it's over.

Tell me when it's over.

Tell me when it's over.

To Joe.

You wanna know why I take dope?

'Cause I don't give a sh*t.

I see.

I just don't give a sh*t.

About what?

About me?

What are you talking about?

I don't give a sh*t about anything!

Why?

Why, Joe?

I've got nothing to lose.

That's because you've got a mother

who gives you everything.

No, no, ma, that's not it. If you

didn't give me the money I'd steal it.

I believe you.

I need two fixes a day.

I can't watch you

killing yourself.

If I don't have it, I get sick.

I get cramps, I sweat,

I chill all over...

Then I take a shot

and everything is beautiful.

It all goes away.

Shooting up makes me feel wonderful.

How can I help you?

Leave me alone.

Just go away!

I don't like you helping me.

Leave me alone.

Oh, God, I'm sick!

I don't have any more of the stuff.

You never could understand me.

Joe, come here.

I can help you, Joe.

I bought something for you.

What?

- Where did you get it?

- Mustafa.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

Here, hold this.

Careful, careful.

Thank you.

Take it easy.

No, back and forth,

back and forth. That's it.

Back and forth, come on.

Thank you.

F***ing sh*t, I don't have

any more goddamn needles!

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Damn it!

You forgot the needle!

Don't call the doctor, please.

God!

What have I done to you, Joe?

What have I done to you?

Don't leave me alone, please.

I'm sorry, Joe.

- Hi.

- Hi.

What are you doing here?

Sit down. I prepared you

a delicious breakfast.

She's gone out of town.

To Parma.

I know.

He won't recognize you.

Maestro!

I came a long way to see you.

I'm sorry I stopped writing you.

You don't know who I am, do you?

I spent so much time in this room...

I feel dizzy.

You were a tyrant.

I didn't believe in myself.

You tought me how to use my voice.

How to take care of it.

That it was beautiful.

All that mattered was my voice.

And you're vane,

you are!

You're very selfish.

Ahhh, you're looking for the spotlight.

The piano's been covered.

What's this?

Where's the piano?

Do you remember when you told me

one day I'd hate my voice?

I don't wanna sing anymore.

I have rehearsals for Ballo.

I don't wanna go.

I hate my voice. That's what I came here

to talk to you about.

I needed to talk to you about it.

I'm finished.

I don't wanna sing.

Can you hear me?

Hear me! Listen to me!

I've gotta talk to you.

May the wind be gentle.

May the wind be gentle,

may the waves be calm,

may all the elements

respond favorably to our wishes.

I used to sing this to my son

when he was a little boy.

- See you soon.

- Kiss. Hurry. Hurry.

I'm so glad to see you!

How did you find me, darling?

- Marina.

- Thank you for coming.

This is where he kissed me

the first time.

- Who?

- Your father.

- Where?

- Here...

- Here, where?

- Here.

I bet I can find it.

The house that we lived in.

It had these two enormous,

gigantic walnut trees.

We lived there for about... a year.

Then we moved to the sea, near Rome.

I think it's this way.

- Are we lost?

- Not at all.

Not at all.

What is it, do you see the house?

- No, I know where we are!

- Where?

That is the farm where

he used to get fresh bread.

Mom, I'm hungry.

I haven't eaten since last night.

I couldn't find our house,

but look where we are.

Joe, this is Verdi's house!

This is where he lived,

this is where he wrote everything!

All his operas.

He lived inside there.

He'd look out the window...

... and he'd see a little

old hunchback peasant.

Then Rigoletto is what he'd write.

Or he'd look out and he,

I don't know, he'd see

the Po river and it would be

the Nyle to him...

He saw Egypt, he saw Venice,

he saw everything,

he saw the world in this little house.

- You'd like to come and see it?

- Not particularly.

Not particularly?

Joe!

This is my roots, Joe.

This is my family you're talking about.

How can you be like this?

He's like a father to me.

You don't care about anything!

You're a lost person.

A junkie.

That's all.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Are you nuts?

What are you trying to do?

Kill me?

Would you relax, Joe? It's not

a major accidente, it's a flat tyre.

It'll take two minutes to fix.

Howling.

God!

- Mam, do you want me to help you?

- No.

Go listen to the juke box.

And stop staring over my shoulder!

It makes me nervous.

Some times, being your mother

can be a real pain in the ass.

Stop! Sh*t!

You just wait!

Stop!

- A problem?

- Yes.

Castro.

I wish I had a pair of his boots.

Now I'll tell you something

that will shock you as American.

- I... I'm communist.

- What do you mean?

You are American, I'm communist.

Stop the car! Stop.

No, stop!

- Stop!

- I offend you?

Be calm.

Go ahead.

Here I am.

See, this is culatello.

You don't understand my language,

but I tell you all the same.

- A bottle of Sauvignon.

- This ham... I'm coming.

This ham is done here only...

and has to be cured in the mist,

in the open air, and after 2 years...

- 6 year ago, in Cuba... Cuba...

- Yes! Cuba! Cuba!

- This is from last year.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Fidel... Castro.

- Yes, Fidel!

Same boat, 2 men.

Fidel and me. You get me?

Fishing, fishing.

I fished a fish this big.

Sure, and Fidel very little fish.

Very jealous.

I bet!

- Beautiful man, handsome.

- Strong.

Very, very jealous for my big fish.

Thank you.

Beautiful, black, sexy...

God, what an a**hole.

Is that for us?

No... no... he's a punk.

He's a little punk.

You're strong too.

Look at those shoulders.

See those strong arms!

You've done a lot of sports?

- A little, before.

- What?

- But now...

- Not now?

- No?

- Now yes or no?

Excuse me, I'd like you

to try this wine.

A very little sandwich

for a very strong man.

Ah, thank you.

I'll show you a game.

It's Sauvignon,

Treviano and malvasia.

You're dirty.

Bravo! Very well,

you didn't break a single glass.

- This is pure malvasia.

- The bill.

Three thousand.

I'm sorry, but that's my son.

Do you have a room?

They dragged her in bonds

to her terrible fate.

Carrying my child,

I followed her in tears.

In vain the poor woman

tried to stop and bless me!

Shouting filthy oaths,

they stabbed her with their daggers...

... as they drove her to the flames,

the murderers!

I didn't want to touch him.

I wanted to be touching you.

You're right.

He was an a**hole.

He was a jerk.

I'm scared too.

My baby! My baby!

Your back is so soft.

- Let's not fight anymore!

- Your face is a mess.

I'll clean it up.

- It's good.

- Hold still.

I love you, Joe!

- I love you, Joe!

- No, you don't.

You hate me. You never loved me.

You always hated me!

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