Twice Born Page #5

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your mind, crazy, locked in some place.

But here you are,

Young and beautiful, still having children.

Do you still listen to Nirvana?

- Kurt Cobain is dead.

- Why didn't you die?

Let me tell you the story.

Are we going to make this baby or what?

They're frying fritters downstairs, go get me some.

I'm hungry.

No, no, please!

I have a wife and a son!

Please!

I have a wife and a son! Please!

She has a perforated eardrum

and calcified fracture in her shoulder,

but no internal damage, she's a strong woman.

Her orifices will heal slowly,

it will take some time.

I'm ashamed to belong to the human race.

God will not forgive us,

not even the children.

Where were you hiding?

They should shoot me in the belly

and kill this piece of sh*t they made.

I'll tell my wife the baby's mine,

and you won't even have to see it.

And then you can get away from here,

away from this place.

You could start playing again.

No, my love. I'll never play again.

Are you sure?

Yin.

Take him away.

A little bit of ink between you and your destiny.

A little dose of courage.

What is it?

Alan.

I can't see it.

This is where life comes from.

Are you ready?

Yin.

Mm!!!-

Ready to live.

- What is the most beautiful word for you?

- For me?

- Si.

Tennis. And for you?

- Freedom.

- Freedom, uuh.

- Yes.

- Would you like to be a musician?

- No.

I want to build a 7-stars hotel, yeah.

With a suite, with a complete golf

course inside, yeah. Big, really big.

The biggest.

But probably I will be a philosopher, yeah.

Pietro.

For me the most beautiful word is "grazie".

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