Camila Page #2

I'll give you another one.

"Because my passion,

dear madam,

doesn't know about the limits

of time".

"Now and then I touch this cross

which still holds...

the smell of your body,

which I love madly".

Is it true you made love

like in the soap operas?

Yes.

We didn't sleep all night long.

The viceroy never forgets

about the pleasure of her lover.

Never.

My whole body aches.

But go on, love letters wilt

when they're not read again.

"Your angelical body

vibrates in my arms...

even when I don't have you anymore".

Mon Dieu!

It's time!

And I'm not dressed!

Listen, listen!

The guests are arriving!

Yes, madam.

But remember the viceroy

is always the last to arrive!

- My hat.

- Yes.

My hat and... downstairs?

Is everything ready downstairs?

- Yes.

- Are the musicians here?

- Yes, madam.

- Are you sure the table's set?

Yes, madam.

I myself laid the candlesticks

you ordered me too.

And the jasmines.

Can you hear,

madam O'Gorman?

They're playing a minuet!

How many times do I have

to tell you how much I dislike...

you coming up here?

I'm sorry, Tatita.

You know this lady is confined.

Or don't you?

- Yes, but she's my grandmother.

- Obey and hurry up.

We'll go back to Buenos Aires

before it gets dark.

You look beautiful, my madam.

What are you waiting for

to receive Santiago de Liniers?

He's about to arrive.

Don't worry, madam.

Don't worry.

No one will arrive.

They're all dead.

Liniers was shot over 30 years ago.

My dear son...

Go to sleep,

tomorrow mommy will tell you...

all about the party.

Will you kiss me?

Goodbye, mother.

I'll be back for Christmas.

Take care of yourself.

You know,

I'll be so sad when you get married.

Sometimes I think I never will.

That the man I imagine

is only a dream.

Look, child, I'm watching you.

All dressed in white.

Going into the church

with the master.

Rita!

- Long live the federation!

- Long live!

Again?

Like when we were kids!

How long, my God...?

What is it?

- You can't come in.

- What's going on here?

- Let me go through.

- You can't come in, sir.

I'm here to bring the papers

for our wedding.

My God! Who is he?

- Mariano.

- The horror...

- What wrong can a bookman do?

- You never know.

As Rosas say,

avoid shedding 20 thousand.

Why do you leave him there, Father?

Please, do something!

We can't touch him yet.

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Then, my dear brothers,

let's prepare our hearts...

for the Christmas coming.

Thinking about its deep meaning

I must ask myself...

What happened the other night

at the house of God?

Has Herodes laid Bautista's head

again in the bloody plate?

If some come to destroy and kill,

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