Matrimoni e altri disastri Page #3

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He eats nonstop and has developed

an obsession with Oprah.

So, what's on the agenda ?

- This poem by thingummy...

- Thingummy ?

- Leopardi.

- Oh Leopardi, ''To SiIvia''.

- Go ahead, read it.

- Me ?

Then we'II understand

if you understand.

- I don't understand.

- Go on, read.

''SiIvia, do you remember

the moments in your mortaI Iife,

when beauty stiII shone

in your sideIong, Iaughing eyes,

and you, Iight and thoughtfuI,

went beyond girIhood's Iimits ?''

A cinch:
SiIvia was a babe

when she was young.

Go ahead.

''The quiet rooms and streets

sounded to your endIess singing,

when you sat, intent on woman's work,

the vague future,

arriving aIive in your mind.

It was the scented May,

that's how you spent your day.''

This is harder to get.

This SiIvia chick was aIways singing,

but what's ''woman's work'' ?

- Were you crying ?

- Don't be siIIy !

Because I said

you stank of garbage ?

No !

Sorry, I was Iooking for Giovanna.

- No Giovanna here.

- Nana ?

Nana sure, come in.

AIessandro.

- Friend of Nana ?

- Her sister's husband.

- WeII, not yet...

- No matter, I no jeaIous.

- I don't understand.

- Nothing.

Joke !

Nana, young man say

he's your sister's husband.

You opened the door Iike that ?

He's staying here a whiIe.

He's a Swedish fiImmaker.

Let's go, it's Iate.

Listen, that director, the bum,

the idiot...

- What does that whistIe mean ?

- Is he your boyfriend ?

I'm gIad I make you Iaugh.

''Boyfriend'' isn't part

of my vocabuIary.

So the rumors are true !

- What rumors ?

- You're a Iay nun who never Iays.

Who's been saying that ?

No one. WeII, everyone.

WeII, teII everyone

that it's not true.

So you're dating.

Don't worry, I won't teII a souI.

- He Iooks Iike your type !

- Oh God, shaII we go in ?

- This one with the siIver rose ?

- It's not up to me.

- Do you Iike it or not ?

- No.

- The Swarowski fIower ?

- Not my styIe.

- This sIeeping hippo ?

- Atrocious.

What's this ?

- Capodimonte Cherub.

- PIease !

- It's eIegant.

- Oh God...

I don't Iike anything here.

I'II go Iook over there.

Good morning.

- Your wife's hard to pIease.

- She's my mother.

- Sorry !

- Don't worry, it was a compIiment.

She doesn't Iook her age,

peopIe think she's my sister.

She's gone to... excuse me.

May I see the Fair Trade

wedding favors ?

CertainIy, we have

African and Asian handicrafts,

but it's very cheap stuff.

- Perfect, may I see them ?

- Right away.

We don't have many.

PeopIe don't come here

for this kind of thing.

PeopIe of coIor Iike this stuff.

Africans, FiIipinos, peopIe Iike that.

''PeopIe Iike that''

usuaIIy have good taste.

- These are very nice !

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