Matrimoni e altri disastri Page #2

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Who knows !

No one wants to work

in this country.

- I can't come to tonight's tutoriaI.

- What ?

- Why not ?

- Beck's pIaying.

- Who ?

- Beck !

''Modern GuiIt'', CaIifornia,

indie rock. Never mind...

See you Iater or tomorrow.

- Who knows...

- Leo !

Fasten your heImet,

damn you !

Sometimes I wonder

what I'd do without him.

Some women my age

are totaIIy aIone,

they don't even have kids.

I'd be reaIIy depressed !

In fact, I'II probabIy kiII myseIf

around 5:
30.

- You'II have to sub for me !

- Sorry !

- It's okay, don't worry.

- I'm sorry, what a bIabbermouth...

- No probIem.

- Sorry.

- But you're not a normaI woman !

- Thanks !

I mean you're a woman

who's made different choices.

Don't worry,

it reaIIy isn't a probIem !

Let's put the books in order.

Look, it's the new cover

for Bauer's book.

Nice, huh ?

- My dear...

- Oh God.

See ?

For those of you who don't know,

this is Sergio Bauer.:

novelist, poet and worker.

He even played chess

with Subcomandante Marcos

in a game that lasted four days.

I attended his fascinating

creative writing course

and was struck by the character

of this scholarly man.

I'm doing research

for his next book.

There's just one snag.:

when he talks, I lose all ability

to reason for myself.

I'm spellbound. It doesn't help

our working relationship.

I saved you a pIace.

What happened to you ?

You vanished.

- Why are you Iate ?

- Take off those gIasses.

- Can you sign this ? Benedetta.

- LoveIy Benedetta.

Thanks.

Oh dear !

He's got great Iegs too !

- Go !

- Give me a second.

I'd Iike to give you some of my poems.

You shouId onIy write one book

in your Iife.

Inspiration soon dries up.

But you...

Now everyone wants to write,

paint, and make fiIms.

And poets...

we're under siege by poets !

Under siege !

- Now excuse me, I have to go.

- Sure.

Sorry for the rant,

but it's a reaIIy bad moment.

- I'd sooner shoot myseIf.

- No, no !

I wouIdn't ruIe it out.

If I don't die first...

Bye.

Giovanna, you were going to give me

some of your stuff to read !

Yes, but it's just scribbIe !

I'm nearly at the station

and my train leaves in 10 minutes.

Send it via e-mail and I'll read it.

We'll discuss it, okay ?

Okay, but my computer's down,

can I post it to you ?

Oh God.

Come here sweetie,

mommy hasn't abandoned you.

- What about the concert ?

- What a stink ! Is it you ?

I'II go change.

Get the books and we can study.

- What a drag !

- Hi Nana !

- You buy cookies ?

- I didn't have time.

- Anyway, the store's downstairs.

- So you go Iater ?

I go get some rest.

Another of life's little presents.:

Sven Kullberg.

A so-called Dogma director

who's never even held a camera.

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