Elegy Page #4

She came back for more?

You have the most beautiful

breasts I've ever seen.

You like them?

I worship them.

And you have a beautiful face,

I can't stop looking at.

You know something?

You're a work of art.

A work of art.

A real work of art.

Let's talk about you.

Have you had many women?

Why?

More than 50 or less?

More.

Who's counting?

How about you?

Not many.

How many?

Five.

Five boyfriends.

Five.

Five.

I see.

So, who were they?

They were young, right?

Younger than me?

Of course they were younger.

They were boys.

Boys?

Sure.

You want to know the most

extreme thing I ever did?

Hmm well...

Once I went to bed

with two guys together.

Two together?

They were my childhood

friends and...

that's how we ended up one night.

The three of us were drunk and

we ended up in bed together.

All three of you?

Well, when you're 17,

You do a lot of things just to feel

secure and emotional.

Right.

Consuela.

My whole life was

dedicated to independence

and at some cost I had achieved my goal.

Nevertheless, it was in that moment,

That my terrible jealousy was born.

That is when I realised that

I would never, ever,

really possess her.

I feel anxious unless I speak

to her on the phone every day,

and then I feel anxious

after we've spoken.

What are you wearing?

Where are you?

I knew it's only a matter of time

before a young man found

her and took her away.

I knew.

Because I was once that young

man who would have done it.

Well, at least does

it makes you feel young?

It's like playing soccer

with a bunch of 20 year olds.

It doesn't make you feel 20 because

you're playing with huge difference,

every second of the game.

You have to leave her.

Your hands will always be

tied by this girl.

She's going to leave you

sooner or later, anyway.

So it's always better to

keep one step ahead.

Take her to a nice romantic spot

tell her it's over.

That's what I'd do.

My parents talk about all these

places they wanted to go to.

They have all the money to go

wherever they want, but...

leaving Cuba was their first

and last trip.

I don't want my life to be like that.

Let me take you places.

What the hell are you saying?

You brought her here to say goodbye.

- Where would we go?

- Europe.

We could go to Paris this summer,

or Rome, or Madrid.

We can visit the Prado and see the

real Velasquez, the real Goya.

The Prado?

Do you mean it?

Of course I meant it.

And we can finish our trip in Venice,

you'll love Venice.

- And you would ride a gondola with me.

- Maybe.

Maybe.

"Maybe" may be your favorite word.

I'll sing to you in the gondola.

We'll see.

What's this from:

"They're making a beast with two backs".

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