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with us. We've ordered from Chinese.

Fernando, pull yourself together.

You can't spend the whole day moping.

It happens to be my day off.

- Yes, but not a day of fasting.

- Sorry, I'm not hungry at all.

How about a quick game of

darts then, Fernando?

- Grandpa, what's bothering you?

- Nothing, Eliseo.

"Your words sound obscure, but

one day I'll understand."

- You always say that.

- I'm bothered by my own folly.

Once again happiness knocked

on my door in vain.

Why didn't you answer?

I was deaf and now I languish.

It's a mistake! Andrea, please,

give me permission to see him!

- Try to forget him

- I can't and I won't.

Juan's my husband.

What if he weren't?

What do you mean?

He is my husband!

Don't ask me to help him.

I wanted to kill him...

Rosalba! Have you forgotten us?

- No.

- When will you be back?

My life is here.

Fernando, Rosalba is

waiting for you.

What engenders such certainty?

My female intuition.

You are Fermo.

And you're Narcissus.

Fernando Girasol.

I'm the owner of the accordion

Mrs. Rosalba played.

I realized that.

Have you brought me news?

I've brought the instrument

as a pledge. In return

I'd like to ask you for your van.

I know you possess an exemplar

for deliveries to a company

on the mainland.

Get to the point.

I intend to descend to the Abruzzi

and bring Rosalba back here.

Two companions are joining

me on this quest.

It hasn't seen a freeway in 20 years.

Change the oil, pump up the tires...

and respect its age.

But... why are you here?

I want to quit school.

What is this idea?

It's not an idea. Everything sucks.

So, everything sucks?

You know I stopped studying

and went to work for your uncle?

- And?

- I regret it now.

You all say that.

Come to the supermarket with me.

You know "Orlando Furioso"?

The guy who hoes nuts and his

brain blasts over the moon?

It's not quite like that.

- What would you like to do now?

- I don't know.

What? There must be something

you like.

- How many people do what they like?

- Your father does.

Can you see me selling toilets

and windows for the next 40 years?

Rosalba. Since you went

life is a pain.

The nights are torment,

the days are harsh.

If I've made this journey then

for one reason 'tis owed.

That you'll return to

light up my abode.

Fernando.

What a surprise. You take me unaware.

You're busy with your buys

and caught up in your cares.

This is my son Nicola.

And... this is Mr. Fernando.

I realize, that the situation

may seem bizarre for you.

Nevertheless I've come to

lay claim to your mother.

Abd why?

Because...

I love her.

Soul of my sorrowful life

beneath this colorless sky.

Let me live in peace

without bitterness or pain.

Far from my emotions

I wish only to sleep.

A nest of peaceful silence,

is my natural refuge.

The look in your eyes makes

me tremble,

the lost voice of your heart,

is a defeat of all my illusions.

The fresh dew on jasmine.

Your lips as sweet as honey.

Pink like roses, carminred

like carnation.

For you I return to my dreams,

I won't hide anymore.

May I have this dance, Mrs.?

I don't wish to seem impetuous

but can't we drop "Mr. and Mrs."?

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