La teta y la luna Page #5

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So beautiful!

I get new pianos when I move,

and I feel so guilty, because

they're so terribly heavy...

Truly heavy, yes...

And so beautiful.

Please, a broom.

- Waw!

- Ah, yes...

It just exploded...

Like a bomb.

You want it?

And what would I do with it?

When I look at you

and your friends.

You scare me.

I feel like I'm on Mars.

I'm done.

Maybe it's because you're

all unhappy.

Or neurotic. I don't know.

I don't find it very touching.

I think it's awful.

The worst is you're just too young.

Maybe my mother felt the same way

about me and it's just the same thing.

Am I boring you?

I come from a world where...

where singing and dreaming

and creating, they mean something,

it's not just...

Oh, Jesus!

You know how long it's been since

you've told me one of your dreams?

You sing!

Joe, Joe, happy birthday.

Joey, Joey, 15 years old.

- Show me!

- No!

- Yes!

- F*** off!

I wanna see that!

You bastard!

Come on, you wanna fight?

- Bastard!

- F***ing b*tch!

F***ing b*tch!

F***ing a**hole!

Every holy day in church,

when I offered my prayers

to God,

a handsome and gallant

young man

would keep offering

himself to my gaze.

Our lips remained sealed,

but our eyes spoke

what our hearts meant.

Hidden by darkness,

yesterday he came to me:

"I'm a student

living in poverty..."

San Lorenzo's monster,

today I kill you,

tomorrow I'll be sorry.

San Lorenzo's monster, today I kill you,

tomorrow I'll be sorry.

- Who taught you? You look like

a nurse. - What?

Do you know what happened today?

Billy Martin's left the Yankees.

Retired.

God, he was great!

He brought the Yankees

two world championships,

one world series...

You know baseball? No,

you wouldn't know. You're Italian.

All you guys ever do

is play soccer.

He was the greatest manager

since Casey Stengel.

I don't know why he left.

I don't know.

Why he had to leave?

Come here!

Two beers, very cold.

I don't want a beer,

I want an ice-cream cone.

Ice-cream.

But you're American.

I was in New York long time ago.

Hey, I'm from New York

too, from Brooklyn!

I was a bartender there. I used

to make drinks, cocktails, you know?

Manhattan, Martini, chuc, chuc...

- Where did you find him?

- Out there.

- Now let's talk.

- What?

Tell me all about you.

So, don't you talk?

- I'm listening, you know?

- He's American.

Listen to the ground.

There is movement all around.

There is something goin' down

and I can feel it.

On the waves of the air,

There is dancin' out there.

If it's somethin' we can share,

we can steal it.

And that sweet city woman,

she moves through the light,

controlling my mind and my soul.

When you reach out for me

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