Aire libre Page #4

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- Stop it!

- I'll touch on the roofs...

- I'll touch you...

- Do you like that...?

- Not much.

- I'll touch you...

- You...

Hey, I like that...

Let see. Try it harder.

- I'll touch you on the rooof...

- I'll touch you...

- That is good...

- I'll toooouch yooou...

I'll haaaaunt you at night...

- Do it for real!

- It is for real.

- Higher pitched, perhaps

- A squirrell...

Night!

Try again!

I'll haunt you at night!

- You'll own ME!

- ME!

- You don't sing that part, I do.

- Why?

- Because it's my part. You

do the backing vocals.

- Higher!

- Stop! I can't higher!

Take more air in! More air!

Ma!

Mommy!

I'll haunt you and I'll touch you!

- Mommy!

- What!?

What!?

- I don't like brats no more, I like guys

like you described.

- Grey hair... old...

- Mature?

And the hair? Grey? Blond?

- Santi, c'mon, love,

Grandma is with friends.

- Leave him if you want.

- He can come play with my grandson anytime.

- He's living at home as well.

- Mom told me.

Did you know Pedro split up?

- Leave him with us if you

want, he's not a bother.

You have your grandson at home? I love it!

I'm more than ready to be a grandma.

No, love, no, no, no.

- Eat the ice-cream.

- No, no.

C'mon, love, grandma is with frends.

Santi, Santi.

- Let's go.

- Leave him, leave him!

You go lie down.

- And I'll stay here with him.

- Ok.

- That has alcohol in it.

- It doesn't, girl, god!

Only eat the ice-cream!

- Look out for him, mom!

- Eat the pink stuf.

- Why can't I eat more?

- Because.

Give me some.

Hi! How are you?

Santi!

Santi! Santi!

What's wrong?

- Why aren't you playing?

- I am playing! I'm kicking the ball.

- But the game...

- I'm playing on my own.

- Alone?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because.

- But they are three against two.

One's missing!

- So?

- So what?

What happened?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- What?

- Tell me what happened.

- I don't want to talk.

- Tell me what happened.

- No!

- Nothing what?

- I don't want to.

- Why?

- Because.

You promised me that he would fnish

the tiles and he hasn't even started.

The ceiling is full of humidity, Juan.

- But you keep on breaking

things, arquitect.

- We're only two!

- With us inside it'll be harder, you know?

- If you don't ask for more changes, in two weeks

I'll have the bedrooms and a bathroom.

One more, one more!

Ma! Wooo!

Ma! Wooo! Hey, the second?

- We already did it.

- The second! The second!

Are you crazy, on a motorbike? Come.

- I don't want to!

- Come, you'll give me a kiss.

C'mon, take it of. Santi!

Are you okay?

Did you get hurt?

Up, c'mon.

C'mon, the last one.

He should live with that helmet on.

- Listen, I won't be able to

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