Via Margutta Page #3

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- Sorry, who do you think you are?

I'm her father.

- Ah, please excuse me.

Say, will this last much longer?

It's not funny, you know.

- Who said it should be funny?

What do you want from me?

I've been coming and going for 2 years...

and then tonight he shows up!

I feel like walking, okay?

And singing, if I want to.

And to chat up whoever I want, okay?

Donata, I've never seen you like this.

You should get used to it,

there's not much time left.

I'm going home, Stefano.

I'm leaving, I'm out of here!

You?

- Yes, me.

What am I doing in Via Margutta?

When I got here, it was like paradise.

"Be an actress, a model!"

"Come here, come there,

I'll photograph you!"

"I'll dress you, undress you..."

They're very good at that.

It's your own fault if you didn't

know how to defend yourself.

My fault? Me, who...

This is a big deal! And you're

telling me that? You, the first...

Do you know how many weeks

I lived off bread and aspirin...

while you and your friends

were talking about Picasso?

First you eat, then you defend yourself!

I apologise.

- Apologise, for what?

I'm going home and that's that.

Painting, abstracts, glory.

Oh, me!

I'd give the Sistine Chapel for

an electric stove, you know?

But the idea of growing old alone

bothers me, it scares me.

And anyway, it's my business.

I've decided and that's that!

And since I'm happy, I want to sing!

"Who you are, I don't know..."

I like it when you act crazy,

you remind me of Marta.

"I'll always have you in my dreams..."

- And I like seeing you like this.

Like the first time I

came to Via Margutta.

"You course through my veins..."

- You were hanging clothes outside...

and I stopped half-way up the stairs.

- "And I feel a blue shiver..."

You looked like one of those angels

on the ceiling of the San Giovanni.

Don't cry, Donata.

- Go away!

We've made many mistakes but

there's still time to work it out.

No, when someone loses sight of

things here in Rome, it's over.

At your age? I'm happy to wait

another 20 years...

to get what I want.

- Right, then we'll be 40...

and still here, doing what?

Doing what? Tell me!

- Tell her, go on!

Tell her, then perhaps we'll

hear the end of this whining!

Well, what's it to you?

- Let it go, Donata.

One can't even sit down and

read in peace around here!

Read what?!

Reading in the dark, he is!

- Donata, cut it out!

I know him, he just hates

hearing a woman's voice!

That's the truth!

- Are you finished?

You don't want me to kiss you anymore?

I wish there wasn't

so much time between each.

This way.

- Thank you.

Bitte!

- Thank you.

Excuse me!

- Come in, please!

Go here, please.

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