Tous les soleils Page #4

New? Were there so many?

Of course not.

Cheers.

Protection from it.

We are simply transferred.

Much pressure.

Some features not. A colleague

has recently a suicide attempt.

The unions do nothing.

- Unions...

His death, like God.

You must do it yourself,

you have to throw sand in the wheels.

Remember, the Red Brigades?

- They killed people.

That was their big mistake.

No one cares. There are

every day thousands of people killed.

You should focus on material possessions

of people. That comes on.

You have great power. Suppose you

dispose of all official mail...

It seems nothing,

but the system will be on tilt.

Then only you exist.

Then you really exist.

You've probably been studied.

- Matter of using your brain.

I dare you not...

to touch.

I'm not afraid...

to your ear to bend...

and the words...

to speak...

on my lips...

on. So.

Dare then. I feel your warmth.

Me too, I smell...

your perfume...

that floats in here...

and intoxicates me.

Damn it.

Agathe?

Incredible to see you here.

I want to say goodbye.

Are you better?

I've always held the morning.

Do you remember that poem

once you've read?

sleep with all suns dawn

still light

lethargic, indifferent

they grind

that comes to light

the face of men,

Death and war

All suns are like big children

that is not the time to care

It's lovely weather.

I'll travel.

Travel?

Become happy, Alessandro.

The International Criminal Court can not

respond to your request...

Silvio Berlusconi to sue

for crimes against humanity...

misappropriation of public money,

illegal medical practices...

Mistake. Turning

of minors to debauchery.

You mentioned the 'intellectual

genocide 'and' mental cruelty '...

are no legal issues...

I see you, idiot.

within our remit.

Sincerely blablabla.

And now?

- I'm going through.

Success.

I Sat Sat

No, you run a great battle, Luigi.

Really.

We women understand each other.

Knock before you enter.

- Why?

Maybe she's exposed.

- Why? What are you doing?

French essay.

- Would she do in her naked?

Freak.

- Does it matter?

"The literature transcends life. "

Comment

this sense of James Joyce.

Joyce has said that?

- Apparently.

Shall I help you? Last time

you had a four Malou.

Thanks a lot.

I'm gone.

You understand Italian?

- Yes. Come, Siddhartha.

James Joyce,

The great Irish writer...

would have said...

Totally ridiculous, let's face it.

And then?

In the hospital I heard

she morning deceased.

They had called me,

but I had forgotten my phone.

I'm not dreaming.

I swear, I'm not dreaming.

Another ghost, Sandro.

Have you not a problem?

- Barely.

I am interested more for the living.

- Yes, the living...

Will you again, guys?

Work to be done.

You are our glory and hope.

We are but dust.

We slip in your hand

and return to Earth.

Get in your kingdom

peace and light...

Agathe, our sister who left us

has to be reunited with you.

We remember her

and pray to You, Lord.

Amen.

My condolences.

Please, sir?

Pardon me.

May I know who you are?

Alessandro Regazzoni.

I read Agathe in the hospital.

Read?

Florence.

Her daughter.

After a time too much hassle

I slammed the door.

Then the contact is limited

a single ticket.

It is sometimes difficult.

We never really talk.

Does she have suffered?

She was very brave.

She smiled rather.

Her smile, yes.

I gave a lot to your mother.

I.

But I did not know how.

Sometimes you say the opposite

of what you feel.

Then creates a large gap,

us on both sides.

As a child I could never say

how much I loved her.

Pardon me.

Read long before people?

Some time, yes.

I assume you also to the people

talk. Even with my mother?

They talked about me?

- Sometimes, yes.

Sometimes...

She was very discreet.

Its discretion...

I never knew...

or that a good or bad

feature was.

My god, quite forgotten.

I have an appointment with the notary.

Never mind, I pay.

Goodbye.

And thanks a lot

for all you've done.

She seems to know him well.

- A woman from his choir?

Or from the hospital or university

or neighborhood.

What writes them all?

- It starts to become too intimate.

What do you write?

- But what I fantasize.

It is time they meet.

Who should meet whom?

Obama and Putin.

It will not agree on politics.

Hello?

We are here.

Hello.

What are you doing? Still?

You never grow up.

But it's so real, huh?

- Yes.

How do you print it off?

- An acquaintance with the newspaper.

Oh yes, the quotation for the roof inside.

Jerk who thinks we are crazy.

The bastard.

- Apparently we look like suckers.

Hello.

No, not at all.

I know where it is. Number 27.

For three hours. Is fine.

You too. Until Tuesday.

See you later?

She is here because the children's ward

had no place. Are you ready?

How you doing, baby?

- Good.

This is Alessandro.

- Hi, Nina.

I leave you.

- Soon.

Beware, though.

Italians are great decorators.

Please, say.

Do you have too much pain?

My heart beats irregularly.

Sometimes too soon

and sometimes you think it will stop.

This is a bit annoying.

Normal adults are here.

These books are too difficult for you.

Do you like poetry?

Yes, but

stories of antiquity.

Mythology?

Then I take the next time.

Guess what.

With friends I'm studying a song...

of the Sicilian poet Alfio Antico.

Shall I read the translation?

It's called Silenzio d'Amuri

Silent or love.

I've always loved you

tenderness I gave you

little by little

secret love flowing through my veins,

you release it is impossible

You like it?

- Very nice.

do not cry, olive

love and tenderness come from far

sweetest, breath of my soul

give me your heart

I give you my life

Sorry I'm late.

It's changed so much.

I was lost. Is that your scooter?

- No, I am with the Solex.

Glad you wanted to come.

- Anytime.

Dear Flo, sweet girl.

When you read this letter,

I'm not.

If you're here,

I am nowhere.

We hurt each other too much.

I did not want you because of my illness

would return.

I have loved you dearly.

Even in all those years you were gone.

It's too late now, but I'm sorry

I can not keep with me.

Forgive me, please.

Think of me sometimes.

More than a place for me

in your heart and your memories.

I will not make noise.

I'm present, nothing more.

Lots of love, girl.

We came here often

bread for the swans to carry.

I threw a hand

I kept mum with the other fixed.

I feel the warmth of her hand.

Is it on yours?

It seems that it still

swans are the same...

if they do not age.

You hold him prisoner.

- No, he wants to not go outside.

Inside, he at least

not a disaster.

Does he live long with you?

- Since Berlusconi came to power.

I'd like to meet.

- Very risky. Be warned.

Have you're having in the South?

I live there because of one man.

You know what I'm mostly wrong?

The cold, the snow.

You'll find very strange.

- Oh no, not at all.

I come from northern Italy.

There's mountains, winter, snow.

Sometimes go back?

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