Flores Raras Page #4

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Hmm

Not everything is so... brittle.

Brittle

Some things don't

shatter or break...

Some things get stronger.

Where did you learn

to speak such good English

By reading your poems, honey,

how else

Come on.

Like it

Well, it's just another city

full of sweaty Cucarachas.

Like this...

Or like this

I think the wider.

Higher

No, no higher.

That's good...

You're the boss.

You look ravishing.

Come with me, please.

- Salud.

- Salud.

What

- What

- Stop.

What

Nobody is looking.

We should go.

You see.

I'm so glad you kept the trees.

That's why I had

to blow up the mountain.

In New York

I survived in a dark box.

Not any more.

You have sunlight

from here to there.

Come in.

Come in, my flower.

It's perfect.

It's all yours.

Better write something good.

I bet you will.

Thank you.

It's heaven.

How do you like the flowers

Beautiful.

Any news about the baby

Joana is looking.

OK.

A letter from Robert Lowell.

Didn't he win the Pulitzer

Yes.

I miss him terribly.

We used to meet quite often so

he could rip my work to shreds.

Mmm...

And where did these

meetings take place

Oh, no...

it's not like that, Lota.

My God.

No, we'd meet by the

boat pond in Central Park.

Funny, I know that

boat pond very well.

My father took me there

when I was young.

You know the little

boat of mine

It was a present from him.

But he had a real one too,

and we used to go sailing,

Never mind...

Boats was all we had in common.

Silver...

Silver...

Silver stars in your...

Shooting stars...

The shooting stars

in your long hair...

The shooting stars

in your black hair...

The shooting stars

in your black hair,

flocking in bright formation...

Black hair, flocking where...

So straight so soon.

Cookie!

Any white hairs back there

Like falling stars,

rare and beautiful.

The shooting stars

in your black hair

In bright formation

are flocking...

That was private!

You left it in the kitchen.

No, I forgot it in the kitchen.

When I want you to read

something, I'll show it to you.

It wasn't ready!

I loved it.

It's magnificent.

Ow.

Do it again.

Do it again.

I think it should go over there.

No, Cookie, don't you remember

It goes over here.

So you have more space to

move once you open this boxes.

Happy

It's a beautiful desk.

Thank you, Dona Lota.

I'll charge you later,

Miss Bishop.

Elizabeth.

It's OK, I'm not drunk,

I'm just crying in English.

Cookie.

Cookie.

Cookie soaked in alcohol.

OK, we'll walk you

back to the house, OK

Mary...

Mary, take an arm, please.

I'd love to,

right off the body.

I told you I can't drink.

Really Who'd have guessed it.

You smell nice.

What's that medicine called

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