Tous les soleils Page #6

We look for a motive.

But she denies everything.

They have to contact my brother.

I'm never home when they come by.

- Your brother is also his mouth?

He is rather shy.

We can prove nothing.

Waste of paper.

In any case, thanks. By the way...

Does your brother is always the same clothes?

- No, no.

He has a pair of pajamas.

Goodbye.

What now?

Luigi, come here, so gross.

Look how cute she looks.

Did your grandmother's album, given or loaned?

- Data. I hear it too, she said.

What does she look.

- That must have been at carnival.

She was beautiful, huh?

You too, you know.

How old was she here, do you think?

- Fifteen years.

Like me now.

Yes.

Beatrice has a message was left.

Why do not you sing along

the implementation?

Maybe not.

- But you rehearse for months.

If you do not go,

I remain angry forever.

Forever? That's a lot.

The silence jouwerzijds concerns me.

Why do not I hear?

I dream of your perfect body,

your fiery eyes, your buttocks. Lets hear something.

Dear Mrs. Brass, the operation

is successful.

Your breasts are beautiful become

The invisible scars.

But if you

under my left breast looks...

An innocent allergic reaction.

With a few days that way.

Impotent macaroni

with your talk.

it is not easy to tempt you

to a night out

and if we're going to dance

The chances are

you're not with me

finally, we still drink

In a pub

and I'm so stupid

blurting out:

"I love you '

Until tonight.

The big night.

- It's a performance, not a revolution.

What's his name?

- Aurelien.

Nice name. And again

something other than Brandon, Kevin and Davy.

Ask if he once comes along.

If he is not too stupid.

I love you

With Florence. You can leave a message.

Hi, Florence. With Alessandro.

Alessandro Regazzoni. Hello.

I hope it goes well with you.

That, how shall I say...

That there is good weather.

With too much rain or wind.

It was Alessandro Regazzoni.

See you soon.

I hope the weather is nice there.

Alessandro Regazzoni.

What a jerk.

A very large bag.

Shoot, I do not want to be late.

- Almost done.

Where's my pants?

- There.

It's so good.

- You knot.

Hang it up, otherwise the crease.

Yes, Mom. Will you really not coming?

Come on...

I'm just out the door

if you-know-what has resigned.

Toi toi toi.

All right with you? Nice to see you.

Sinead, my Irish friend.

Guys, come over here.

Two or three things.

Instrument tuned? Voice warmed up?

Scores in order?

Then he.

I've always loved you

tenderness I gave you

little by little

secret love

flows through my veins

you release it is impossible

do not cry, olive

love and tenderness

come from afar

dearest,

breath of my soul

give me your heart,

I give you my life

my mind is blank

and colorless

only when a mother

her child forgets

I will forget my love for you

I love you so much, dear little

swallows,

I love to fly

and sing for her

of life and death

as the world's land

you are the queen

and I the King of Spain

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