Jamais plus toujours (Never Again Always) Page #2
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Since we have made a break,
Agathe:
Attention to your gestures,
when you are describing the landscape.
It's a bit narrow,
try to make it larger.
You can go deeper.
But that's because I don't
have a balcony here.
Try anyway.
Go ahead... one more time.
Oh, these groves, these rivers,
These fields under the moonlight.
He is coming.
I can hear him walking
down there, in the yard.
Fear no more, milady.
It is your servant.
Don Pedro.
- Who can help you,
to leave Castille.
Don Pedro has returned!
The light for my darkness.
Do you see how unhappy
and sad I am?
I think we have to
speed up all this.
So the rhythm will be faster.
We have to show an
idea of urgence.
You only have a few
minutes to rescue Isabel.
You give the impression that you're
having a picnic in front of the castle.
So... pick it up!
Go ahead.
Remember?
get this job.
And I've made it.
I managed to fail.
And?
And now I am a school teacher.
Which can be passionate.
But not always.
Would you like to come with me to Japan?
I expected too much from
this departure, 6 years ago.
From this rupture.
I had thought that everything
down there would be different.
More simple.
I just forgot one detail:
Everything comes with us in the luggage.
The questions...
...without answers.
That's strange.
I have the impression of having
the same conversation
we started a long time ago.
I listen to you,
and it's like listening to
the same bittersweet mood.
Yes. I know.
It's rather the feeling
of having failed.
A lack of trust,
in everything.
and I ended up destroying
everything.
In general, I haven't really
improved myself..
Deep inside, we all
change so little.
And you? What about you?
Do you still like beef muzzle?
What a memory!
Your family? Your son?
Jacqueline?
We don't see each
other very often.
We are separated... a long time ago.
I see her mostly for Alain,
problems at school, holidays...
We are not really close friends.
- Too bad.
However, it could be expected.
I'm always a bit surprising with
separated couples, after years together,
nothing is left, no friendship,
any kind of tenderness, nothing.
It's like it has never happened.
As for me, I think we should
celebrate the divorce
just like we do with the wedding.
And have a party.
There should be divorce anniversaries:
...golden divorces... diamond ones.
Parties! Why not?
There will be a lot
of people I think.
It would be great!
Excrement.
- Garbage.
But it's not me saying,
it's the local ads journal.
You can find anything on it.
Two tons of worn out fabrics.
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