Teeth

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Our bodies are inhabited.

What we experience

doesn't end up in the brain,

but miniaturizes

somewhere in our systems,

in our organs, our bones

under our teeth.

Memories lurk in our bodies,

sometimes taking over,

replacing our reality.

TEETH:

As a child, I'd hoped

my teeth would fall out.

They had come like rocks

springing from my throat.

Enormous, impossible to hide.

At school I was "Beaver",

"Bucky", "Bugsy", "Biter".

I couldn't wait

to change teeth once more.

In time I realized

they'd never change again.

I remember eating

my mother's omelette in Pompei

on the amphitheatre steps,

and those pillars

seemed to me like the city's

teeth biting the sky.

I stretched out to feel

the sky on my teeth,

to see if they could

stand that weight.

Antonio!

What are you doing?

My mother was different

from all the others.

She was French, when she spoke

it sounded like singing.

I was 13 when she died.

You'll have to see a dentist.

Antonio, stop it.

I don't mean to butt in,

but we both decided

I should stay!

Please!

Living here is impossible,

it's a crappy life!

Phone ringing all damned hours,

people with wrong numbers!

Don't any of these people

have a phone book?

It's ridiculous!

I know it's your house

and I'm a guest.

But I'm the one always here,

you never are,

you're always

out with the girls!

- Mara, how damned many?

- I'm trying to watch a film.

I'm trying to say I may

be naive, but not a dim wit!

I know what's going on

between you and your dentist!

Thanks a lot.

A guy leaves his wife and kids

and she takes up with somebody!

You've taken up with

another guy, true or not?

At least give me an answer.

Is it true or not?

Speak to me again like that

and I'll smash your teeth.

Won't bother you anymore,

but I've something to tell you.

It hurts me to say this.

You're a whore!

A**hole!

Pain,

chest pain, then

an unbearable emptiness.

Like my internal organs

had been sucked out

and replaced

by vulgar images of Mara.

It always starts like this.

Jealousy seizes me

like a savage beast,

digs its teeth into my flesh

and vanishes in the dark forest,

leaving me bloody on the ground.

Let's see the damage.

I'm not sorry for you.

Try to say "Sarasota".

Try again.

I swam to Sarasota.

What is it?

I saw things.

- Like?

- Wait.

When my tongue touched my

alveoli, I saw things...

They're memories.

I get memories.

The last time I put my tongue

to my alveoli, I was a child.

And so?

Do you think we have

a stomatologic memory?

I don't know, but you'll

have to see a dentist.

I don't have the money.

I'll lend it to you,

but you have to go right away.

- Luca will find you a slot.

- What?

I should go to your dentist?

I should go to the guy

you sleep with?

Again?

I don't know why I let

the man I consider

my woman's lover

put his hands in my mouth!

The same hands which may

explore Mara's body,

with ability,

force and agility.

It might be the urge

to give form to my ghosts,

to have him hurt me.

A tangible, physical pain,

more bearable than the other,

made of images.

Come in.

I can only take a look today.

Thank you, very kind.

Only because Mara asked me to,

it's a hell of a day.

My case is urgent,

I need a prosthesis.

Open your mouth.

- Something serious?

- Keep your mouth open.

Why doesn't he ask

how I got like this?

He already knows

and if he knows,

it's because Mara told him.

How long have you

lived with Mara?

Why's that important?

Just to talk.

Three years.

Open your mouth.

This one is dead,

this one too,

numbers 23 and 14.

I don't think I can help you.

Has to be done from from scratch,

it's a long job.

Painful and very expensive.

What is this eternal struggle

between you and the others?

What is there to love

about this man?

You know, earlier,

as my tongue touched the

alveoli, to pronounce a sound,

I felt not only pain,

but also emotion,

very strong emotion.

In your opinion, can a

stomatologic memory exist?

I wouldn't know.

Open your mouth.

He wants to see

what kind of man I am,

but I won't give in.

I know how to control pain.

Money's not the problem,

there's always a way.

What is the problem then?

Something's wrong in your mouth.

It's correct to take care of

your teeth, change them.

But with a mouth like yours,

on the whole,

I'd be worried.

Everything that was beautiful,

has become ugly.

Magic has turned to madmagik.

That "ma" as first letters...

Mara, for example.

Could she be

an incarnation of madness?

Mama!

Things change, you know.

People change,

teeth grow in,

hair changes colour.

- You too?

- Me too.

If you want another mama,

you can have one.

It's not betrayal,

on the contrary.

Everything changes.

- My mouth too.

- Let me see.

Your teeth look like

the roof of a small temple.

The dentist said something's

wrong inside my mouth.

I like your mouth.

Sorry.

Why did I end up

with someone like you?

- Honey, we have to hurry.

- To do what?

Luca invited us to eat at 8:30,

he's a stickler for time.

Who?

Luca De Rosa?

- Your dentist?

- He's a great cook.

- This is crazy!

- He's just a friend.

He called and invited us

to dinner, he likes you.

You have an appointment tomorrow

at 3:
00, don't you?

Something that gets us

out of the house!

- What's strange about it?

- Nothing.

I've talked to Luca a lot

about your situation.

What?

You talked about me?

You talked about my situation

with your dentist?

What did you tell him?

You don't like university

teaching, you'd like to stop...

Why?

Why talk about us to a dentist?

I put my heart into cooking.

Can we talk as friends?

Would you mind opening a bottle?

Where are the glasses?

What did you say?

Where are the glasses?

You won't make a good impression

at the interview I've set up.

Hope you won't embarass me.

He's a friend, a publicity agent,

he's looking for advisors.

You teach Philosophy, right?

It's set up with him

for the day after tomorrow.

Could be interesting,

don't you think?

Might be difficult to chew.

Hi, Suk.

He doesn't do that

with everybody, he's fussy.

I'll show you. Excuse us?

You've no idea what

these animals can do.

Do you see that cornice?

Suk comes out of there,

goes all that way,

jumps to that roof

and meets with a p*ssy

at the same time every evening.

He's a real Don Juan.

Slow down a little, please.

I'm happy, we had a good time.

At first I was a little biased.

Nice house, cooks really well.

Would you mind not smoking?

- Does he smoke?

- I don't know.

He doesn't smoke!

In fact, he's a man of culture,

he's a man like... the others.

- Would you please slow down?

- He's very nice.

It's obvious he has

a zest for life...

Even the knick-knacks

were little works of art.

I had a real good time.

Slow down!

How the hell did you know

the cat's name was Suk?

One day I was in

the office waiting room

and the nurse told me

its name was Suk.

And Luca always talks

about his cat.

Honey, just don't worry.

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