The Old Man Who Read Love Stories Page #5

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like sheep skin... set out to dry.

"They crossed the velvety carpet

of the snow...

as they exchanged promises...

in eternal love".

"And death...

united them...

forever".

It's so beautiful...

This is not true.

Death separates forever.

But we're not dead.

No.

Not yet.

So, we can still be united.

Yes, we can.

Keep your head about you,

Old Man.

Still too far to be sure.

Antonio?

Yes?

What is love?

Antonio, why don't you ask more

from me?

It is not mine to ask.

Why not?

You're already are...

what you are.

You are a thunderbolt...

What do you mean by that?

I had a friend...

a Nushino...

He said...

"Nobody can tide down

a thunderbolt...

and nobody can take for his own...

the rapture of the other".

In the jungle, the one that survives

is the one that moves.

Your brain is getting slow,

Old Man.

You should have done this before.

Why don't you attack me?

What's your game?

It's not you who wants to die,

is it?

This is why you brought me here.

Forgive me, my friend.

That lousy gringo...

he f***ed us all up.

You were very lucky,

Antonio Bolivar.

That fall could have broken

a bone or two.

Lucky you had a fern mattress.

Hello, Antonio.

State property...

I'd better enjoy it...

I'm not sure how I'm going

to account for this...

when I return.

Maybe I am a thunderbolt,

but will you share my rapture?

I might live to be a hundred.

Then you'll need this.

I'm sorry, Dolores.

This lousy jungle

has f***ed us all up.

Nushino...

We kill them for the sake of

killing.

But why?

It doesn't matter.

They all look alike.

But why, my brother?

Why not like always?

Go away and come back.

I'm getting too old for

the jungle.

Oh, Nushino...

I miss too many times

with the blowpipe.

I want to be able to...

What new trick is this?

I thought we were finished

with each other.

They say your kind can smell

the scent of death on our kind.

Is that true?

Is it the smell of death I have

about me?

Is it my turn?

You're pissing on me!

You're demented!

Bad way to go, my friend.

I cannot leave in peace,

my brother...

Until his head hangs from

a stake,

I will wander like a sad blind

parrot

earning the hatred of those

who never knew me,

disturbing dreams...

scaring game...

Save me, my brother.

Save me from eternal misery.

The Indians.

- Where are the Indians?

- On the other side of the river.

Don't worry.

They're not following you.

Antonio Bolivar...

You are like us.

But you are not one of us.

You should have killed him

with a poison dart.

Then

all of his courage

would have been captured

in his expression.

How can they shrink that head...

when in life...

it has been frozen...

into that mask

of fear...

and pain?

My eternal misery.

Go now...

my friend.

You have no rights

to linger...

among us any longer.

Oh, Antonio, you are a fool.

You can't even shoot straight.

I know you're watching me!

We're even.

I am Antonio Bolivar!

I have come to capture your

courage!

A curse on that gringo.

A curse on all the gringos...

And the prospectors...

and the settlers...

and the government...

and the tourists.

"One final time the lovers joined together

in a torrid embrace,

holding, squeezing, clasping

each other desperately,

their hands searching,

their mouths burning".

"It was a kiss

of impassioned intensity,

a kiss to remember

their lives by".

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