Little Miracles Page #4

and besides, it's useless.

I run and run but always end up

in the same place...

where things are waiting

for me to get old...

And I love life so much, Rosalia.

I can't stand the idea

that everything's always dying.

One day you notice that you no longer love

the person who's beside you.

And the other one can see it

and you're like a trapped animal.

And all you can do is get older

and more decrepit day by day...

And that's what frightens me...

I'm not a bad guy.

I just get frightened, that's all.

And then you have to run away.

What can you do when

everything around you is falling apart?

You don't know what it's like

on a winter evening,

watching TV with a woman

and all of a sudden you think,

"I'll die sitting by this womars side".

What the hell has that got to do

with love? Tell me.

You'll die all the same, Dad...

but alone, and you know it.

I don't want do give up without a fight

in the face of death.

I want to keep dreaming.

Can't you keep dreaming by the side

of a woman you loved...

and who you could keep loving?

She chose you to spend

the rest of her life with.

Maybe, for her, there's nothing

more important than that.

To die by your side.

Arert you touched by that?

And you are a woman...

Is that why you left us?

If I'd been a boy, you

wouldn't have left us?

I had a son.

Little Roberto.

No, another one,

before...

When I left your mother...

I mean, when I left you both,

I lived with another woman,

and we had a child.

A boy.

I never betrayed you, Rosalia.

Dad, I want you to know something.

Your daughter's a fairy.

Ask for a wish. I'll make it

come true for you.

But don't ask me

to stop time.

I don't think I could do that, Dad.

This is Rosalia, my daughter.

Give her some coffee.

I think she's had too much to drink.

Do you hate him?

He's a good guy,

but he gets frightened.

I wish I could make him happy.

I don't think he's ever been happy.

He doesn't allow himself to be happy.

He's selfish... f***ing selfish.

Can you imagine living with a man

who's always looking at you

as if you were responsible

for the passage of time?

What your old man can't stand are mirrors.

The bastard thinks we women are

the mirror

of his own aging.

Do you think he'll do it again?

Whenever he says he's going

to the pub or into town,

you stay behind thinking,

"He is going to do it".

"This time he'll do it."

"He won't come back."

Because

you know he's going to do it.

She's sad.

If I'm a fairy godmother,

and I can make people's wishes come true,

why can't I make people happy?

What kind of a fairy am I?

Maybe I'm just a fake.

I know a few tricks,

that's all.

How does one manage to live over there?

What could've happened to her, Lola?

Do you think she's sick?

27...

27?

Lola, come... Come on, let's go.

There's nobody here, Lola.

I want that number.

The powers were granted to me

to help other people.

If I use them for my own benefit,

I'll be punished.

For my next mission,

I'll be sent as a frog,

or a fish... Or even worse...

as a boy.

This number will be the winner.

Then I congratulate you.

No, I can't keep it.

I shouldn't.

I have a good friend who's a priest.

He's founded a home for street kids.

He really performs miracles to feed them.

Your faith is so strong that you

make me feel everything

you believe is true.

Maybe, you are a good fairy,

as you claim.

No sane soul

can really see a fairy.

Therefore, those who can see

are no better off than I am.

Nevertheless, I've come to realize

that when you come here...

A very special light

appears in my darkness.

How strange life is, Rosalia.

How marvelously mysterious.

- See you on Tuesday.

- See you.

The lottery ticket ends with a 3?

It's 9,333?

How did you know?

I would've bought it myself.

What's his name?

Whatever you like. He's

going to be your son.

Dear Pino, I thank you

for your new habit

of writing letters to me.

I don't know if I'd dare to tell you

these things

in person.

They seem less indiscreet

on a piece of paper.

No, I'm fine.

For the first time I understood

what the fairy said in my dreams.

What did she say to you?

Death...

does not exist.

Dad?

She left.

She took all her stuff with her,

and I don't care.

But that b*tch

took little Roberto with her.

She's not a bad person.

She's afraid, that's all.

Afraid of what?

Stop drinking, Dad.

Why don't you lie down in my bed?

No, dear. I'll go find a hotel.

I'm a little confused.

This has never happened to me before.

Besides being confused,

you're a little drunk... and tired.

Would you like something to eat?

I make good fried eggs.

Or we could order a pizza.

What're you talking about?

Dad... Calm down. You'll find them.

That's not the problem.

It's just that...

Why don't you hate me?

Even if I hated you, I'd still help you.

That's the way I am.

A saint.

A good fairy.

Cover yourself.

I think you have a temperature.

Drink this. It'll make you sweat.

No. Have you got some brandy?

No, Dad. You've already had

too much to drink.

Forgive me, Rosalia.

I'm sorry, my daughter.

Sleep, Dad.

Just sleep, and everything

will be all right.

Once upon a time, there

was a fairy godmother...

who came down to Earth on a mission

and was trapped here.

Fairies lose their

immortality here.

The fairy had lost

her magical gift.

She was very sad

because of the unfairness

of the human world.

There was very little

she could do about it.

One day, she decided to stop trying

to get back to her own world.

But she wanted something very special

to happen to her.

No more little tricks, she said to herself.

Let's see if we are able

to perform a real miracle.

A big miracle.

And one day,

the big miracle took place.

And what happened then?

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