Matrimoni e altri disastri Page #2

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You shouId onIy write one book

in your Iife.

Inspiration soon dries up.

But you...

Now everyone wants to write,

paint, and make fiIms.

And poets...

we're under siege by poets !

Under siege !

- Now excuse me, I have to go.

- Sure.

Sorry for the rant,

but it's a reaIIy bad moment.

- I'd sooner shoot myseIf.

- No, no !

I wouIdn't ruIe it out.

If I don't die first...

Bye.

Giovanna, you were going to give me

some of your stuff to read !

Yes, but it's just scribbIe !

I'm nearly at the station

and my train leaves in 10 minutes.

Send it via e-mail and I'll read it.

We'll discuss it, okay ?

Okay, but my computer's down,

can I post it to you ?

Oh God.

Come here sweetie,

mommy hasn't abandoned you.

- What about the concert ?

- What a stink ! Is it you ?

I'II go change.

Get the books and we can study.

- What a drag !

- Hi Nana !

- You buy cookies ?

- I didn't have time.

- Anyway, the store's downstairs.

- So you go Iater ?

I go get some rest.

Another of life's little presents.:

Sven Kullberg.

A so-called Dogma director

who's never even held a camera.

He eats nonstop and has developed

an obsession with Oprah.

So, what's on the agenda ?

- This poem by thingummy...

- Thingummy ?

- Leopardi.

- Oh Leopardi, ''To SiIvia''.

- Go ahead, read it.

- Me ?

Then we'II understand

if you understand.

- I don't understand.

- Go on, read.

''SiIvia, do you remember

the moments in your mortaI Iife,

when beauty stiII shone

in your sideIong, Iaughing eyes,

and you, Iight and thoughtfuI,

went beyond girIhood's Iimits ?''

A cinch:
SiIvia was a babe

when she was young.

Go ahead.

''The quiet rooms and streets

sounded to your endIess singing,

when you sat, intent on woman's work,

the vague future,

arriving aIive in your mind.

It was the scented May,

that's how you spent your day.''

This is harder to get.

This SiIvia chick was aIways singing,

but what's ''woman's work'' ?

- Were you crying ?

- Don't be siIIy !

Because I said

you stank of garbage ?

No !

Sorry, I was Iooking for Giovanna.

- No Giovanna here.

- Nana ?

Nana sure, come in.

AIessandro.

- Friend of Nana ?

- Her sister's husband.

- WeII, not yet...

- No matter, I no jeaIous.

- I don't understand.

- Nothing.

Joke !

Nana, young man say

he's your sister's husband.

You opened the door Iike that ?

He's staying here a whiIe.

He's a Swedish fiImmaker.

Let's go, it's Iate.

Listen, that director, the bum,

the idiot...

- What does that whistIe mean ?

- Is he your boyfriend ?

I'm gIad I make you Iaugh.

''Boyfriend'' isn't part

of my vocabuIary.

So the rumors are true !

- What rumors ?

- You're a Iay nun who never Iays.

Who's been saying that ?

No one. WeII, everyone.

WeII, teII everyone

that it's not true.

So you're dating.

Don't worry, I won't teII a souI.

- He Iooks Iike your type !

- Oh God, shaII we go in ?

- This one with the siIver rose ?

- It's not up to me.

- Do you Iike it or not ?

- No.

- The Swarowski fIower ?

- Not my styIe.

- This sIeeping hippo ?

- Atrocious.

What's this ?

- Capodimonte Cherub.

- PIease !

- It's eIegant.

- Oh God...

I don't Iike anything here.

I'II go Iook over there.

Good morning.

- Your wife's hard to pIease.

- She's my mother.

- Sorry !

- Don't worry, it was a compIiment.

She doesn't Iook her age,

peopIe think she's my sister.

She's gone to... excuse me.

May I see the Fair Trade

wedding favors ?

CertainIy, we have

African and Asian handicrafts,

but it's very cheap stuff.

- Perfect, may I see them ?

- Right away.

We don't have many.

PeopIe don't come here

for this kind of thing.

PeopIe of coIor Iike this stuff.

Africans, FiIipinos, peopIe Iike that.

''PeopIe Iike that''

usuaIIy have good taste.

- These are very nice !

- Orphans make them.

- In Africa.

- I Iike them.

ShouIdn't we ask

your son's opinion ?

- Who ?

- Your son. Sorry, he toId me.

I thought you were his wife,

or his sister...

Impressive,

you certainIy don't Iook your age.

- WeII, I mean...

- Thanks, don't worry.

So, shaII we ask your son ?

No, I think my son wiII Iove these.

He trusts me.

There's no one Iike mom, huh ?

CertainIy !

- What a drag !

- AII taken care of.

- What did you choose ?

- It's a surprise, you'II Iove it !

Watch out ! D*ckhead !

He had the right of way !

- Tough sh*t ! I'm taking this Iane !

- It's the reserved Iane !

Reserved for me !

I'II come Wednesday

because I promised Bea, but...

I don't get this bridaI registry.

Why teII others what to buy you ?

It's tacky.

It's worse if you end up

with 2 microwaves and 3 bIenders.

- It's more practicaI.

- How sad.

Maybe you don't reaIize,

but it saves a Iot of money.

I'd have made a donation to Emergency

or Doctors Without Borders.

You onIy get married once,

you have to go whoIe hog !

Forget it.

Besides, that Emergency guy

pisses me off.

He's incredibIe !

He dedicates his Iife to others.

Sure, but he pisses me off.

Why can't he just be a doctor ?

AIways protesting, preaching,

asking for money...

I hear he has a ranch

in Afghanistan !

- What are you saying ?

- Just that.

You just say the first thing

that comes into your head.

I'm appaIIed,

what kind of person are you ?

- Can't I have an opinion of my own ?

- Sure.

I just don't understand

what my sister sees in you.

What about Wednesday ?

I'm busy,

handIe the bridaI registry yourseIf.

He's brother-in-Iaw

of your sister ?

No, he's my brother-in-Iaw

and my sister's fiance.

I thought he was your fiance.

I know I'm a bit over hiII,

but even at 20, I wouIdn't

have given him a second thought.

He's a buIIy, arrogant

and pig ignorant.

He's an asshoIe !

But... he's cute asshoIe !

MarceI, thank goodness for you !

- Hello ?

- It's Bea. Everything okay ?

Yes, fine...

We chose the wedding favors.

Great, don't teII me what they are,

I trust you.

So you're getting aIong ?

Yes, I suppose so.

Listen, can he do

the bridaI registry himseIf ?

- No, promise you'II go with him !

- Okay, I promise.

He's so cute !

Women are aIways buzzing around him.

- Are you jeaIous ?

- It's better to keep an eye on him.

Maybe, but nothing's happened,

at Ieast not...

- What ?

- Nothing !

I was just saying,

nothing happened.

- Perfect, thanks.

- Who are you taIking to ?

- With the waiter ?

- In ItaIian ?

I have to go,

I'II caII you from Los AngeIes.

Wait, I have to teII you something.

I can't...

- IncredibIe !

- What ?

The Iine on this pIate

is the same coIor as your eyes !

What coIor is it ?

- A shade of purpIe.

- I'd say indigo.

With a hint of periwinkIe bIue.

- Are you a painter ?

- No, he's a wine-seIIer.

Good morning.

- My sister-in-Iaw.

- Don't jump the gun.

You've chosen these ?

From the Richard Ginori coIIection.

My great-grandmother

had china Iike this.

What coIor is this Iine, paIe bIue ?

It's a bit insipid.

What eIse do you have ?

Aren't you against bridaI registries ?

I'm here for my sister.

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