Song of Love Page #4

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What is he saying?

A woman like you

It belongs to the world...

- not a daycare.

- Do not insist, Mr. Haslinger.

It is good. I will not allow

you to bargain with me.

I will pay you all your expenses ..

Bring your children and your husband.

I'm not interested in those

conditions, nor do I want to tour.

I forced myself to give a concert

and I've already given it.

My children need me,

and also my husband.

He has finished a pear

and handed it to Hertel.

We are waiting for your answer,

when we get home tonight ..

For the last time, the tour

is out of the question.

- Mrs. Schumann!

- Enough is it or Haslinger!

And stop throwing

ashes at my baby!

CONTAGIOUS DISEASE!

Robert! Quarantine!

They are sick!

Johannes!

Johannes! Marie! Ferdinand!

Mam! Ferdinand, !

Marie, who is sick?

Mam, finally arrived!

- Where is Julie?

- Above!

Why? And what is this?

- Uncle Brahms put it ..

- Julia is sick.

If mom has a measles.

Uncle Brahms says he

looks like a leopard.

Uncle Brahms put that on so we

would not get on and we got it.

Mam, can I have the measles?

Get out, Luis. Johannes.

Everything's fine, Clara. It will not

be necessary for you to take it, too.

I have to see her. For what?

Dr. saw her a while ago and

says it's nothing serious.

You will not want

to infect them ..

- Think of the baby, Clara.

- Mam! Mam!

Do not worry about her.

I'm the only one who may

not pass tonight ..

- How was the concert?

- Very good very good.

I want to have measles!

I want to have measles!

- Did you have dinner already?

- Yes, I cooked it.

Uncle Brams taught me

from the stairs ..

Poor guy Brahms.

We go to bed. Platform!

Run, run.

By my side.

No, by my side.

There is nothing.

A n is soon Robert. Accompany

me to put the children to bed.

Come on, I'll work a little.

Robert, forget about

Haslinger, he's an imbecile.

Uncle Brahms, I'm cold.

It's because of the fever

It always gives chills.

You said the fever was hot.

Why do I feel so cold?

It's not hours to talk, honey.

You should already be asleep.

- Will I get the measles?

- No, Julia, I passed it.

And now, shut up.

I would like some water.

With lim n.

And sugar.

Thanks, you Brahms,

then I'll finish it.

Arr pame ..

- C geme a hand.

- Julie, you have to sleep.

Go do it.

- You love me a lot, Brahms?

- Yes, Julia.

Do you love me more than you love Mara?

See, I love you all.

Do you love me more

than you love mom?

Men love children in a way

and the adults of another, Julie.

Mamma loves me very much.

Do you love me too?

Sure, Julie.

And you want mom?

Do you want it?

I already told you that with elders

it is different. And now go to sleep.

- Tell me some story.

- I just do not remember any of them, beautiful.

- I'll play the piano.

- That's right.

You Brahms!

- Yes, Julia?

- Goodnight.

Good evening, Julia.

Julia! Julia!

Ludwig, no, Julia?

Maria!

Error! Error! Mam does not count!

I do not want to see

the doctor, I'm fine!

Come on.

Here, doctor.

- Take.

- Let's go squeeze.

Language for outside Say "" A "".

- Thank you.

- May I go now?

Wait. Have you tried the marshmallow?

Wait a bit. What is said?

"" TO""!

He never stops working, eh!

How strange you are.

What are you composing now?

We are waiting for

news of your pear.

In it he has put...

Why do not you come in?

- Something wrong?

- DO NOT. But he always has headaches ..

Come in and make it

As if it were a friendly visit.

He gets furious when I

mention the word "doctor".

That does not extra to me.

Do not worry, I'll hide.

- Good morning, Dr. Hoffman.

- Am I bothering?

In no way. How is Julia?

Optima .. You have

such good health...

It will be months,

before I come back here.

It is very dark here.

Does the light bother you?

- Something, when I work.

- Well, there's no doubt that he composes a lot ..

What music was he playing? You already

know that I am a frustrated m ..

I find extra to that melody.

Maybe it's the dissonances...

or that does not fit in

the style that you do.

No eh!

It is based on a poem by Heine

that I found the other day.

Called... "" The forest Cursed.

"" Here you are.

This is, browse it if you're interested.

Read here.

"The flowers grow quiet, silent and

empty, as if they were dead...

Only one, in the middle of all, stands

out, with bright scarlet blossoms. ""

Maybe you can follow

me, continue.

"" Its red, it's not the red that

gives the halo of the sun ..

Not the twilight one.

Its root feeds on human flesh

from the one who lies

buried in his plants. ""

Very dramatic ..

I understand that you were fascinated.

The idea of...

a single flower nourished with

blood, stand out, among all ..

It's horrible, but it usually

happens among men...

many times.

- And you will not say I plagiarized it.

- They say?

- You know what.

- Who?

All the world! All the world!

How will I know their names?

I hope it does not seem like you.

So stupid, like I look like myself!

Like the do, which has gotten me in such a way

in the head that I do not know how it sounds.

- The what?

- The do, do, do.

It is the shame of the pentagram,

it used to infect other scores ..

And now, he has gotten into my own.

As :
Do, Do, Do.

- It's a torment!

- Sit down.

Your head hurts, right?

In what place?

Does it hurt here?

It's more inside where you play...

Do not do that to me!

These musicians. I'm glad

I failed in the attempt.

A doctor is never excited by

anything that is less serious ..

That life or death.

Do not work so hard, can you hear me?

I could not stand it.

There are no nerves that can stand it ..

S it needs rest.

I will give you something to relieve

those headaches. But t melo.

I'll see him again

in a few days ..

Doctor!

- What do you think?

- Busy.

- Do not you need me? Engame?

- Who wants such a thing?

Take. It is a sedative.

He is fine. It needs to

sleep, rest a little.

Nothing serious happens to him.

I'll be back on Friday ..

To check if nothing

serious happens to you?

His sister ended up going crazy

and committed suicide a good day.

- You fear something. Is not it true?

- Clara, how is it so valuable?

I love you very much, doctor. And you know

how much you tie the being that loves.

- Excuse me.

- No, Johannes, stay.

Dr. thinks that Robert has a

principle of neurasthenia.

- I did not say that.

- Care, what can I do?

I can not assure you anything

with full certainty.

Neurasthenia, your mind.

What do we know about the mind?

Almost nothing, still.

But we know about him, right?

We know he is a genius.

What do we know about the

spirit that houses genius?

All life carrying something

that wants to emerge...

who wants to flood the world.

If it were a mediocre being,

that simple to solve!

Is there any chance that you

will get any close success?

The pear!

It would do more good

than any recipe.

Let him work his hours

and until Friday.

- Johannes.

- Hertel, it must be the pear.

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