Love In The Time Of Cholera Page #5

"Your body is

a holy garden..."

Would you like me

to see you home?

Go, horse, go.

I'm sorry to have

been so silent, but...

I'm still very angry.

I understand.

But we should at least

tell each other our names.

I am Florentino Ariza.

Sara Noriega.

Thank you.

Good health.

Would you like

to see my albums?

- Your what?

- Albums...

photographs

of public events.

I'm a teacher

of civics, you see.

Really? Of course

I would like to...

to see them.

What is it?

May I sit beside you...

- and cry?

- Of course.

Of course.

Hmm.

I'm so...

disappointed.

I can't stop.

Maybe you should

loosen your bodice.

It will help you

to feel more...

comfortable, you know?

May I help?

Tomorrow we do it in bed.

You are quite wonderful.

Tell me, how would

you define love?

- Love?

- Mm-hmm.

Love is...

love is everything

we do naked.

Spiritual love

from the waist up,

physical love

from the waist down.

Mm-hmm, yes,

divided love.

That could be a poem...

"Divided Love."

Yes, it could be.

Let's write it together,

a poem on divided love.

We can enter it in

next year's Poetic Festival.

We'd be certain to win.

- Tell me, tell me!

- Yeah.

That's a good idea.

Divided love!

Divided love!

Divided love!

Calm down! Calm down!

Stop it, calm down, horse!

- Miss?

- Calm down.

Miss?

Please, allow me

to give you a lift.

Please.

Thank you.

Hey! Hey!

By the way,

I am Florentino Ariza.

Olimpia Zuleta.

Am I taking you

out of your way?

Not at all.

Not at all.

I would have been in terrible trouble if

I had lost my parasol.

- Why so?

- My husband gave it to me.

Oh.

Married long?

Just over a year.

Just a bride.

He's a very jealous man,

my husband.

What does he do?

He sells trinkets

in the market.

- Oh.

- And pigeons.

Excuse me, sir?

We're here.

Yes, senora.

Ho, ho!

How do I thank you?

You could

sell me a pigeon.

They're not for sale.

Then what must

I do to get one?

Well, you find

her in a storm.

You drive her

back to the coop.

This is how I say thank you.

Go away!

Leave me alone!

Go away! Go away!

I don't know who are you!

- I don't know!

- Help me!

Who am I?

Who am I?

And whose son

are you?

- I'm yours.

- Whose son are you?

- Wake up. Look after her!

- Ay! I fell asleep.

Where am I now?

Uh, Rosy...

Rosy Martinez.

- Oh.

- Who is this Rosy Martinez?

From a children's

story long ago...

Give her the breakfast.

Oh!

At last you are here.

Oh! Where have you been?

You're never

coming to see me.

Oh, you little boy!

Such a wonderful boy!

And his name is...

his name...

Go on! Go! Go!

Go back to your whores!

You took advantage!

The only disease

you ever had was cholera.

No, Mama. You confused

cholera with love.

Mm-hmm.

Didn't you like

the nice gentleman?

Huh?

I must see you again.

And for only one reason.

Not such a nice gentleman.

- Senor Ariza?

- Yes.

The pigeon lady

sends you this

and says please

keep the cage locked.

Um, if it flies again,

she will not send it back.

In many ways it was sinful.

And I am a saint.

Because you see, Ricardo,

I persisted.

I broke down her defenses

and stormed the citadel.

Olimpia Zuleta never refused

the meetings I arranged.

But then, I got

tangled in my own net.

I thought it

would be the same

as it was with the others.

Just another

escape route from Fermina.

But then, I found myself

falling for her.

And I became

a lover in pursuit.

I hunted her.

I was the lover who

never showed his face.

I will never be able

to smell turpentine again...

without thinking of this

blessed afternoon.

No, wait, wait.

What?

What are you doing?

You will see.

No!

No!

No!

He told the police

why he did it.

Doesn't mention you.

There's no more life,

there's not

There's no more life,

there's not

There's no more rain,

there's not

There's no more breeze,

there's not...

The sky is crying for Olimpia.

And so am I.

There's no more crying,

there's not

There's no more fear,

there's not...

What have I done?

What have I done?

Take me there

To where you are

Take me there

Take me there

To where you are

Take me there.

What's the... what's she going to the

market for at this time of the night?

So whose son am I, Mama?

Eh, whose son am I?

I hoped your mother would

have liked my singing.

I know she would.

I know.

The only regret

I have in dying

is that I can't sing

at my own funeral.

Good people!

Good people.

Fellow citizens,

we are gathered here at

the dawn of a new century.

The 20th century

will see the end

of man's suffering.

The 20th century

will bring

us harmony, peace,

and it will bring us light!

"474...

Peruvian spinster, Luisa...

Sunday school teacher."

My destiny in life

is to love Fermina.

Senor?

Senor.

Over there please.

Come on, come on!

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Try it.

Tell me

what you think.

Delicious.

Absolutely delicious.

What is it?

Eggplant.

More, please.

Perhaps, as an act

of remembrance,

we should name

our next child

Eggplant Urbino.

I love you

above all else.

More than anyone else

in the world.

The important thing in marriage

is not happiness

but stability.

And love.

Nothing is

more difficult than love.

Senora, buy my parakeets.

Look, they're very pretty.

Senor Ariza,

we wanted

to thank you.

Sorry?

You wrote letters

for us.

Ah, yes.

I remember, yes.

It was the only time

I wrote letters for...

for both lovers.

It was like writing to myself.

We're married now.

Good.

We wanted to ask you,

will you be godfather?

Yes, of course.

He's our first son.

Yes, I will be honored.

I'll be damned.

You screw just like your father.

Well, I just dropped in

to tell you

I've decided to retire

and I'm appointing you

president of the company.

And you, senorita,

please feel free to continue.

I swear on my word of honor that I have

not seen your face.

So, please.

Shh!

Shh.

Stop it.

You'll wake Fermina.

It's Sunday.

It's Sunday today.

You've... you've missed mass.

You haven't taken

your communion

for at least

three weeks.

Have you lost

your faith?

- Doctor.

- Yes.

Look at me.

What?

What is it?

Her smell

is in my nostrils.

I have the right

to know who she is.

Her name is

Barbara Lynch.

How long has it been

going on?

Three months,

nearly four.

- Where did you meet her?

- She's a patient.

What is...

what is she,

this... this patient?

A doctor of theology,

a Protestant.

She has a mission

by the harbor.

I thought

at least you...

you'd be a man

and deny

the whole thing.

I thought

at least you'd...

you'd lie to me.

I f... I feel

as though

a great weight

has lifted

from my shoulders.

I... I will put

an end to it.

And I'll go

to my confessor

and ask

for absolution.

Come on, let's go,

it's going to rain.

I have been waking

in the early hours

of the morning

and then unable

to go back to sleep.

And I have

sudden stabbing pains

in my chest.

Worst of all,

in the afternoons I...

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