Hovering Over the Water Page #3
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- 1986
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Oh! It's you.
You scared me...
I called time and again
and nobody answered.
Hello, Antoine.
Sara is not here.
She isn't?
On second thoughts,
not to have found her.
With Sara
I always get the feeling
I'm one too many.
Or not too short.
Sometimes I fell
like I never calling on her again...
Do you remember the time
she sent me a telegram
asking me to join her in Florence?
"I love you. Come."
No, no...
"Come. I love you."
At first,
I thought it was a joke.
It couldn't be.
After all, Sara is not in the habit
of joking with that sort of things...
I didn't even
have the time to change.
When I arrived in Florence
it was bitter cold
and it rained cats and dogs.
I rang the bell at her place,
drenched to the bones and shivering.
She looked at me from head to foot.
I was immediately aware
that she was furious.
I only wished the earth
would swallow me on the spot
but the only thing I did
was to take the telegram
out of the pocket
and show it to her.
She smiled
and said:
"Ah!""I can offer you
a grappa and a towel."
and I'm going to resume sleeping."
"We'll meet for lunch
at the Piazza della Signoria,"
"if you want."
She gave the name of a cafe,
the Rivoire,
and turned her back on me.
But what made her
change her mind?
What makes people change their minds
if they ever do change them?
Who knows?
If there had been another man...
There have been other man...
All right,
but I don't believe she loved them.
Sara loved only one man:
Virglio, her brother.
It's not by chance
he was the only guy
Also of you, in a way.
Of me?
It was dreadful
when we went to Arezzo
to look at Piero della Francesca,
the Leggenda della Uera Croce.
Which cross?
I constantly asked myself.
Mine or Piero della Francesca's?
For both of you
it was as if I didn't even exist.
After a while
I couldn't see clearly any longer.
Virglio irrupted
from every recess of the frescoes
as a more and more intense
and bright volume.
...Piero della Francesca.
You're being unfair.
I was very much in love
with Virglio
and everything spun around us...
I'm jealous of everything,
that's the truth.
I don't know.
After all...
a guy tries to find,
by fair means or foul,
is excuses for his mistakes.
It might be a mistake
to think one failed
because things don't happen
as one has desired.
Maybe the blame we insist
on laying upon ourselves
should simply be laid on the rain.
On the rain?
Maybe your story
would have had another outcome
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