Luna di miele in tre Page #4

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No more vodka.

He did everything in a hurry.

No one really wants to die.

No one among all those I helped

the last three years...

wanted to kill themselves.

They want to live.

Everybody wants to live.

But what they live

cannot be named life.

They can't stand it any more.

Come on, what's wrong?

I can't do it.

Shitty place!

Aren't you feeling well?

You're so full of sh*t.

- Are you feeling well?

- I'm fine.

You keep telling lies.

You keep telling a load of crap.

You don't go to Padua,

you've never been there.

Your flatmate isn't Chinese.

You don't do any research.

- You know everything!

- Yes, why you go to Mexico?

Who you go to see every month?

Have you been following me?

Why you go there every month?

Leave me alone!

Speak to me honestly.

Is there anyone else?

I go there to buy

veterinary barbiturate.

To put down dogs.

What do you buy?

In Mexico.

Get out, go away! You're crazy!

- Arsehole!

- Get out!

Get out of my f***ing car!

Go away!

You mean nothing to me,

understand?

If you want to stop for a while,

I can understand it.

I'll give it to Diego.

No.

I want to stop this completely.

I can't take it any more.

- Sir!

- So, there you are!

I went to see...

the doctor, the professor

or whatever... Dial.

- Let me open it for you.

- A most gentle person...

Is he a mathematician?

He offered me coffee.

He said I should have

taken a taxi

instead of train, because

it's faster. Like you, right?

What's this?

A pretext to see me again?

Thank you, I would come

if you asked me to.

Even your ID is in there.

I could have never imagined

how absentminded you are.

- Would you come in?

- As you like.

You've never told me that

you live by the sea.

- Do you like it?

- It's very nice.

Too shiny though...

Too much sun, too much sea,

too much air.

Too much!

If it's good, it's too good.

If it's awful, it's too awful.

Am I boring, aren't I?

I am!

I don't have many things to offer.

Would you like a tea?

Yes, a tea, it's okay.

Help yourself to an ashtray.

Why the sunglasses?

I found them at home,

they must have been my wife's.

Do you like them?

There you are, you can keep them.

Thank you.

I'll be in Rome tomorrow,

if you want I can come by.

Don't you have a fianc

to spent Saturdays together?

An official one? No.

I'm going to smoke

my last cigarette

and leave to take

that famous train.

That's enough,

you must quit smoking!

Really?

Have you got any

method to suggest?

Or you rely exclusively

on my willpower?

- Sir?

- Yes?

Where you go?

It's on the other side.

Right...

I got distracted.

- Good bye.

- Good bye.

Don't hit me!

Pizza!

The long-time affair of...

and the super-mummy...

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