Francisca Page #2

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What? Me?

Didn't you create

the need for a distance?

Didn't you calculate the incoveniences

of intimacy, as you say?

Come on, my friend.

Let us not be strong

when the honorable thing is to be weak.

Distance? Intimacy? It was her

who broke the distance.

Any other man

would have taken the opportunity.

You talk of Maria in a spiteful

manner; you are an obstinate man.

You can't forgive Maria her suffering.

You have no love,

you are jealous of pain.

You are a case for study.

A few days later.

My friend and illustrious writer,

Camilo Castelo Branco.

Mi sister-in-law,

Dona Josefa.

and my brother Raimundo.

Portugal is becoming a model

for equality. The Baron's kind.

I live in a street with

five barons, two viscounts

and ten commendators.

All of which are highly commendable.

Don't think that I reproach it. No.

I have some bats

of scepticism flying around my head

with their black wings.

But, forgetting this crisis,

I am a poor devil and I think,

seriously and daily,

about becoming a baron.

Brother, can't you achieve that with

the conspiracies at the royal court?

Now that they want to reinstitute

the processions

that D. Pedro had abolished,

and that they are even thinking of

dressing up soldiers as friars,

I could well be a Baron,

for I also have the talent for that.

What's wrong, Jos Augusto? Have a

seat; you didn't have your dessert.

Jos Augusto is in love.

Do you know what love is?

It's the soul's louse,

the vine's mildew.

And Jos Augusto is in love,

for the 20th time in his lifetime.

A very good lady.

Are there many like that around here?

Women dress up in such a manner

that they falsify the gospels.

The husband cannot say:

"Flesh from my flesh"

when half of it

is cotton paste.

- Why don't you go take a rest?

- I will in a minute.

The cottier had a strife

with his wife, and...

Please help my mother,

he wants to kill her!

Please help!

During a ball in the banquet halls

of the Baron de Corvo.

An ass loaded with money can climb

wherever he wants to.

That man who is laughing

is Ricardo Browne,

who owes me a duel,

which is not exactly the same

a handful of straw.

Come see the most beautiful

three women in this hall.

Are they not the prettiest

in Oporto?

The entire Oporto is here.

Come see.

This is a chimera.

I prefer more classical things.

This woman loves someone.

- Who is he?

- He is a pernicious man.

- Pernicious? Why?

- He has no soul.

And what is a soul?

A butterfly doesn't have a soul either.

Yet it knows, like no one,

how to touch flowers.

Let him be.

With every word he says,

a flower falls off your crown.

Every smile you send him

will extinguish one of the thousand

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