Interrabang Page #3

But above all, he's an old man

pretending to be young.

- How come you remember it so well?

- I have a good memory...

- He's terribly charming!

- To those who don't know him...

But to those who know him well,

he can be a nightmare.

- But you're in love, right?

- I think so...

But if I am, it's for him,

and not because he's my husband.

- Besides, he loves me.

- It must be nice being so secure.

- Margerita is diving in!

- Margerita!

Do you know how many

Margerita's there have been?

You mean you're not jealous?

Fabrizio belongs to me, he didn't have

a past, he didn't have a childhood...

He was thirty when we met,

I started his fascination...

His teasing, his presumptuousness,

and his future.

- But Margerita means a lot to him.

- Sure, at the moment, but then?

You know a real photographer

needs a model who's all his own...

It's a difficult match but when

it works, it's marvellous...

- It's incredible luck.

- Incredible luck?

We're so different, I'd never share

anyone, even with incredible luck.

Hey, you!

I saw you earlier.

- I know.

- Come in, the water's hot.

I can't swim.

- What does that mean?

- That I'd drown.

How strange!

I thought you were a sailor!

Valeria!

- I don't like that guy who's with you.

- Pardon?

No, I don't like him.

I don't buy his story about the fuel.

- What's your name?

- Margerita.

Sounds nice...

- What does it mean?

- In Greek it means sunflower.

I don't think he's coming back.

He isn't coming back.

He'll be back.

He won't leave me here.

- What do you do?

- We work together...

- We work and sleep together.

- That's the toughest thing in the world.

I know, but it's great when it works.

- Why does he need you?

- I'm his personal model...

Every good photographer

has to have one...

Private property!

You aren't beautiful.

A real model doesn't have to be beautiful,

she has to be different.

I get it, you can't look like

the others...

- A woman from the future.

- You're well informed for a local...

- How do you know these things?

- I don't live here, I come here to write.

- I write poems.

- Are you important?

- Sure!

- Famous?

No, real poets are never famous,

I use my instincts...

That's why I say you're perfect,

because you're very special.

What are you looking at?

Margerita's already on the attack!

My house is up there.

Come, I'll show you.

Wait...

Turn around...

Turn around very slowly.

- Describe that boat?

- It's a yellow boat.

- Does it look like the police?

- Yes... Why?

- Nothing.

- What a day!

Come here.

Smile.

Smile!

- Who are they?

- Some couple.

Sure, what else should they be doing?

Not bad!

Enjoy yourself.

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