O Gebo e a Sombra (Gebo and the Shadow) Page #2

---

And he asked after his mother.

He did?

Why didn't you say right away?

You know I live for that...

I love to hear you so much! Go on, talk.

And next?

Next?

Goodness!

Next... Well, we talked about this

and that, etc, etc.

Etc?

You treat me so harshly!

Here I am waiting every day

just to hear you.

For years that's all I've had...

And then you come home and

don't say a word to make me suffer.

Doroteia!

What do you want me to say?

I don't know what else to invent...

I don't know... I can't...

In the business world, we don't

usually discuss family matters.

You always say the same,

half a dozen words.

And God knows, I have no

joy whatsoever in my life.

We live in this terrible poverty,

which gets more unbearable

by the year.

But I don't have

anything to say...

What there is I know very well!

Perhaps you don't even

know yourself...

And you've not noticed that gradually

I've changed into someone else...

someone full of pain and despair.

I've become another person,

without you even noticing,

in the silence of someone

that can't take any more.

Speak!

Speak!

For years I've been waiting for you

to tell me what I want to know!

Oh, Doroteia, know what?

What do you want to know?

Always misery, misfortune!

And me here waiting...

Leave me alone...

Could you get me some more coffee?

Yes, of course.

If you don't speak, I'll die.

If I didn't know you were my friend,

I would doubt you.

You know this is the only happiness

I have... you are taking it from me!

Don't torment me, listen...

You and Sophia, nothing affects you!

But me! Oh, how I've wept!

Poor thing! She's suffered a lot too,

we have to spare her.

Just like me.

She's his wife and

she hasn't seen him again.

Think what that must be like,

suffering in silence never complaining.

Have you ever

heard her complain?

What about me? All I've

been through! Eight years!

For what it's worth, I've

swallowed so many tears.

And when I want to talk

about our son, you go dumb.

You plunge into your books

so she won't go without.

It's as if she were

our daughter...

What wouldn't we give

to see them both happy?

We gave them everything.

With life this hard, I've

often thought about dying!

- About what?

- Dying, yes!

We almost want to die.

It was you and her

that bound me to life.

Listen to you!

I like talking

about our daughter.

I remember when she arrived,

still little, after my brother died.

Then she grew up and

we married them...

But you never talk about our son,

you don't say a word about him.

You've always loved her

more than him.

Because he went away, didn't

want to put up with this life we lead,

because he's ambitious.

He takes that after me.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes