Tous les soleils Page #5

- Every year, however.

I have no immediate family more.

Well friends, cousins.

Very crazy maybe.

But my country, which is here now.

I love this country.

Your daughter speaks Italian?

- If we quarrel fluently.

And what does your partner?

He builds bridges.

But other things he destroyed.

The relationship is becoming penibeler.

The worst is the realization

that my mother was right.

Your daughter insists much.

- I know them well hidden.

Do you have children?

- No, he wanted to "free", he said.

Do you miss it?

I thought a long time not.

As I looked around me,

I praised myself lucky.

Until I realized

I was fooling myself.

I miss it very much.

Life goes on,

and it goes past me.

You can be my brother

and my daughter.

Take it.

He leads the fight on his own.

Sometimes he is insufferable.

But without him I sometimes

with hands in hair sat.

There should have something crazy.

Here I stay.

Thanks for the nice evening,

for...

Thank you. I found it very nice to...

Will you come back?

Before I forget...

I got your number from the hospital.

But you do not mine.

Please.

Bye, Alessandro.

- What I wanted to say...

As Agathe...

it was about you...

her eyes sparkled.

A beautiful brilliance.

Pardon me.

- Hello, Mr. Luigi.

Cup of coffee?

- I have a lot to do.

Next time.

I took the plunge.

I'll strike.

Very good. But if things go wrong,

You should always deny everything.

Success.

All right, Mrs. Bisheim?

Can I help?

Let me through, macaroni.

Berlusconi on the run

He's gone.

He fled, the traitor.

Are you crazy?

The despot is gone.

Long live freedom.

Take a look.

He has nothing released.

He just said... I am looking for the keys.

That he does not cooperate with agents

dancing to the tune of imperialists.

That was all. Here they are.

Theft of a neighbor that her

bicycle show, knew who he was.

He has been hit by a

angry motorist. But nothing serious.

He's here.

That's him right?

- Yes.

Hello.

- Are you okay?

Hello, everyone.

Are you okay?

- And you?

Almost too late.

- As always.

Are you okay?

- With you too?

You make a cheerful impression.

- Yes?

Have you met someone?

Why do you say? No.

Do I believe?

No, not really.

May I not know?

He felt Eurydice behind him.

He could not look back,

he wanted her from the underworld.

But the temptation was very intense.

Orpheus went faster and faster.

Sometimes he seemed to breath

of his beloved in his neck felt.

He is looking back.

- You know the story?

No, but I just know.

- Why do you think?

Because dead can not return

to the world of the living.

Do you think rightly or not?

- It just is.

Yes, it is.

I feel your warmth,

your gaze pierces me.

The thought of your body confuses me.

My nights are full of you.

I think your hard nipples,

the curve of your thighs.

Is that boy in your class?

- No, in a parallel class.

So you're in love?

I do not know.

- About your mother again...

I remember the first

time she was talking about Alessandro.

She knew him from the study?

- Yes, she was almost finished. And he was...

research assistant.

He was here just one year.

Were they fell in love?

- Yes we can.

It was for Sandro and Sandro post.

Your grandfather did not know her back.

He could not get it.

If you have the devil...

Other subject.

Men do not understand these things.

You would wait Koenig. Hi, honey.

- No, the Floriant.

You start to become senile.

You got a stapler?

- No.

Staple I too violent.

Who is that?

- You see the date of the date?

Do you know what he did?

- No idea.

Maybe the wife of the site.

- No, it was returned.

What she writes the way, sneak?

- Nothing.

It's not interesting.

Far too intellectual.

What do we do?

- Nothing. What can we do?

Did you see what's different?

What then?

The phone is now left of the apple.

A stronger image.

Much stronger.

Yes, much stronger.

Inside.

You wanted to see me?

Close the door.

I want to die on your bare bosom.

We unleash

communism of love.

You write beautifully, Alessandro.

I write? What do I write?

But words...

Words are not enough.

- What are you doing?

Do not.

Stop it.

Are you crazy? Stop it.

You're crazy.

Only a little, say.

Who is that?

Is kissing your five tenths normal?

How old were you?

That is not the same.

An em, you.

What do we eat?

- A salad.

Again?

- Yes, it is no different.

Listen, Irina is not stupid

gosling. She knows what she's doing.

I remember that for the first time in

store came. She had two high peat.

They never let you go.

As if you are clinging to each other.

Let her alone.

Try to have faith.

You are like cat and dog. She talks

Camille and tells about it to me.

Oh yeah?

Leave her alone.

Be nice to her.

You're right.

- Of course.

Otherwise you chase her more

against you in the harness.

She's in love.

That's something beautiful?

Do not you think?

I'll talk to her calmly.

Nice to my daughter, it seems.

- You understand nothing.

What should I get? That you

middle of the city sits tongues?

You do not even remember what kissing is.

We do not live in the Middle Ages.

Listen, Irina.

You know that guy barely.

- It's been weeks.

That does not say anything.

- What do you want?

I still kiss year delay

and he it matter?

Shut up. I'm criticizing you Sat

Now you listen.

You get no nut.

Do you think I input the convent?

I never said.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Look at you,

to your own life.

What do you mean?

You give lessons in music

healing that would work.

But you do not heal themselves.

I want to live, to love.

I do not like you are.

Old and alone...

with a withered heart.

Do you realize what you're saying?

Treat me like a baby no longer

and make something better for yourself.

Good night.

But the execution is about two weeks.

Jerome may well sing my party.

Ridiculous. Is this a fad?

- No.

But I feel a few days

not good. I'm out of my doing.

Do you have personal problems?

- No, I have something solid under my members.

I feel weird, have no appetite.

I will my blood's examination.

I can not force you. But know that you

one year working the hell helps.

I'm sorry.

- Rightly so.

No, you.

You must do it.

A girl's voice awakens confidence.

But come on.

Sorry to interrupt.

I do not know you, but I wanted...

You know me either. But you know

My father, Alessandro Regazzoni.

Correct, yes.

I am his daughter.

Has he been talking about me?

Of course.

My uncle and I wanted...

You might find strange, but...

We have an idea.

Give it.

You call this eggplant?

- Where is Irina?

For Camille, homework.

Leaves her more alone.

I did not realize you lived here.

I'm not your brother or your daughter.

I'm close examination.

Do you know her?

That's the postman.

Did something happen?

She may have set fire

in the mailroom. Many post was burnt.

The preliminary assessments were

just sent. So a gang.

Have you noticed anything strange about her?

Some comments?

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