Tous les soleils

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Go ahead.

- The rhythm is very monotonous.

As if only the text.

I do not agree with you.

The rhythm accelerates correct. This

the music gets a little carried away.

You both not wrong.

The rhythm of the tarantella is

heartbreak to eliminate.

The grief that the poison of the spider

has caused.

The rhythm, the patient

in a trance.

The song connects the human world

with dark, healing powers.

That sounds pompous.

But remember...

the music

an old folk tradition is...

and played in the street was charged.

Why...

The screams you hear now and then.

Those things.

Do you know the rest of the semester?

Lagarde takes them afterwards.

They should not be without a teacher

get caught.

When is Kriakine back?

- No idea.

He is not an expert in music,

but ill.

He goes from one sick

to another.

That is yours.

- Sorry.

We talk about it.

Do you speak it.

What?

Not to say your daughter.

But I love it.

It is said that the youth

no longer involved.

On your 15th for EU parliament

demonstrate, is that great?

Not interested in Tibet?

Simply because it is far away?

- I do not say.

But throwing stones at police,

is that normal?

Mr. Regazzoni, one thing:

everyone is calling.

Protesters throw stones,

riot police who get to his head.

A brother of mine fed

if he does not get a stone on his helmet.

Like he is invisible, unnecessary.

As if nobody loves him.

Funny, huh?

On the 16th she puts her car on fire.

Quite common in Strasbourg.

And on her 20th she robs banks

for the poor.

Whether you blow the cathedral

because God does nothing.

- Give me a break, Dad.

- What do you mean stop it'? What you think?

What does she think? You and your

Beijing girlfriends get on your knees?

Irina, sit down.

Come back, damn it.

Maybe they are politically conscious.

Shut up. I know

from whom she has crazy ideas.

So keep on so.

Otherwise I will throw you out.

Then you can from under a bridge

improve the world.

You'll wake Mrs. Bisheim.

- Wander see.

I am not afraid

for your civil threats.

Yet you are happy with your marital

brother. Where were you different now?

What would you do now?

You've never worked one day.

I foster resistance.

Well, you do well.

What perseverance.

Compliments.

I am deeply impressed.

I told you? Here...

Just test.

Tasty.

Tasty. Irina, at the table.

I keep getting on my head.

- He's not easy.

Fathers are easily worried.

- But I'm not a kid anymore.

Joker. You're not old grandmother.

Give the handkerchief again.

The other one.

If he had a girlfriend,

He would tell us more alone.

It never lasts

between him and his friends.

We never see them at least.

- It begins to be urgent.

We can not be him

to help women.

You had the good cops tuk.

Got the stones thrown

like I said? So?

Good student.

There was something unbearable between them.

Stress first turned his gaze.

I regret that I must ask,

he said. But it's important.

Doruntina, it is important to you,

for your mom, for all of us.

Have you seen the face

the man who brought you back?

Not pretty?

All you read the phone book for,

Alessandro. You have such a beautiful voice.

Ismail Kadare is better

over the phone, right?

Tell me what it is outside,

in the city.

The city?

In the morning the smell hangs

of fog, fresh foliage of...

of the countryside.

But by noon it's hot.

As if the sun all streets

has taken possession.

People on terraces, children running

in the parks. Much merriment.

How long before you read me?

Nearly one year.

We have read a lot.

You're my first customer, Agathe.

Therefore I am a little tired.

It is time to go home.

You're an artist, Mr. Luigi.

A real artist.

It is not much.

- But it's so nicely done.

If our language was painting would

no boundaries and deceit more.

That's true.

- Of course.

Think about what's in your bag.

All these letters

hatred and destruction.

There are also love letters to.

- Make it now.

No dog still writes love letters.

Everything is sent by mail or SMS.

Why do I have besides the apple, the symbol

of original sin, depicted a mobile?

That means today's world,

for anonymous communication.

The continued blablabla.

In case you are not love letters.

Only accounts, discharge letters.

Mess that we must eradicate.

Exterminate.

I never thought about it.

Some more coffee?

We need to replace boiler

by a gas or wood fired boiler.

But the price...

- Wood is environmentally friendly.

But expensive to buy.

- And then geothermal energy?

Malou, it costs a fortune.

For that you dig and drill.

A wood boiler is still deductible?

But the outer

belongs to us all. So...

Hi, guys.

I do not know if there is wine...

Ready to work with?

It is the sabbath. I act more than ever.

You know that?

- But you drink it.

Nonsense. What do you know

of the Jewish faith?

People, may I introduce you:

Ejidija.

Egidija.

- She is from Lithuania.

They lived here only two months.

So be nice.

This is Jean-Paul.

Part-time surgeon, as you know.

Malou, who tolerates him for how long?

Nearly 21 years.

- Is she so unhappy?

Fran Cette, the wife of Dieter.

And Alessandro, single.

So if you have good friends...

How do you think this wine?

- Dieter, Egidija.

Pleasant. A glass?

I do not drink wine.

Do you drink no wine?

Never?

- No.

Okay... Who is coming Sunday

Essarts to teach?

I pass next weekend.

- Irina is with us.

You hear more.

- Drink no wine you really?

And where does that Noemie?

- Near Orangerie.

Okay then.

But you do not step.

The next day on time to school.

- Is good.

What is this?

- Paper towels.

Why does he not know the brand?

- He is against brands.

Pick up only four rolls.

And detergent.

And bleach.

What are you doing?

- You're new to panties.

These are nice.

Not vulgar, and of good quality.

You're kidding.

- Better with bangs?

Dad, I'm 15, not eight.

Wake up.

I buy my own underwear is.

I buy your underpants do not?

My mother bought them for my 30th.

- I am embarrassed.

Alessandro, again too late.

I know, sorry.

I'm sorry.

We break all of them.

Sorry.

Is there anything?

- No, no more than a little tired.

It's hard to Irina.

Raising a child on your own...

You want to do it alone.

She has no mother, I have to.

You may sometimes

think about yourself.

It has failed us,

but another might.

Do you know a good psychologist?

Will not you come here?

- Why? I have to leave yet free?

You can do as her mother

say hello?

Okay, then a minute.

There they are.

Come inside.

- No, I'm parked wrong.

There is never checked.

You have it a bit?

Want a drink?

- Not at this time.

What does time matter?

Softer, girls.

What a power they have.

What a life.

So you're the father of Irina.

Noemie loves your daughter.

It is the sister Irina, Irina so '.

You are a widower?

- That's right, yes.

Terrible. Since when?

Irina was five months,

a car accident.

That's a long time ago.

You are now probably...

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