La teta y la luna Page #4

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- Did you take the D flat tonight?

- You blew it, Edward.

Caterina, you know I adore you.

People who adore me don't miss

my opening nights.

Right, Joe?

Girls, girls!

Come up here.

Come, we're having a party.

It's beautiful.

It's a birthday for my son!

Oh, Joe!

The most beautiful girls in the street.

They were there like angels.

What a coincidence.

They'll come up, they'll sing for you.

They're so beautiful!

Mom, don't sh*t me.

You know you arranged it.

Joe... When I was

I was miserable.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you a little secret now

about my life.

You know what I did once?

I locked myself up in the bathroom

and I tried to kill myself.

Mom...

This music...

makes me wanna cry.

Come on, mom...

Mom!

Come here!

Come here!

Girls, you're in the wrong place.

In the sixties...

... believed in things!

Oh, Joe, come on, dance!

I don't wanna, leave me alone.

- Why? Come on, dance.

- I hate it.

- It's your birthday!

- I hate dancing!

Dance!

Let's steal it away!

My parents thought they understood me,

but they didn't, of course.

I'm thirsty!

- God, I hate her! I could kill her.

- Come on...

She's such fun,

she's fantastic.

- What is this thing?

- It's an Italian frisbee.

Look at Julian,

look at Julian dancing.

Is she pathetic!

She's just happy,

and you're ashamed of her.

Ashamed? What do you mean ashamed?

Come on, let's get out of here.

Where is Joe?

Once I had an old banjo,

the strings were made of twine.

And the only tune that I could play

was Trouble on my Mind.

Shady Grow, my little love.

Shady Grow, my chain.

Shady Grow, my little love,

I'm bound to go away.

Precious seems my Shady Grow,

standing in my door

with shoes and stocking in her hand

and her bare feet on the floor.

I like to hold your arm.

Your mother...

Your mother!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Would you please slow down?

How are you doing?

Concetta.

Close all doors.

Why do you do it?

Finally put up the curtains.

Good morning.

Am I disturbing you?

No, no.

Carry on, please, carry on.

Would you talk to me, Joe?

I hate that colour...

Excuse me...

I hate that colour.

I don't like it.

Pity, 'cause...

'cause it's beautiful.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no...

I'm leaving...

I'm really leaving.

When did you start?

Yes, Concetta?

No, I'm not in for anybody.

Not even for Marina.

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Could I have a light?

Who gave you that stuff?

That fat-ass little hippy

friend of yours?

- What are you doing?

- Ma'm, the piano.

Ah, yes, come right in.

Please, put it here.

It's so beautiful!

It's so black! I was expecting it.

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