The Blind Sunflowers Page #5

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My mother made a snack.

Yeah!

Oh, how pretty! - I want to see.

Not, I had just had it.

And what is this?

A theater.

Look, when I start the show, they talk.

What do they talk about?

See.

"Good morning, I am a shepherd,

and I fear the wolf".

Which wolf?

"Auuuu"

"Auuuu"

"Auuuuu"

Does he kill the shepherd?

No way. Here it comes the hunter...

And he shots the wolf. And he dies.

The snack.

Cool!

Are you hungry?

Yes!

When are you going to sing?

Learn.

When you finish playing,

you must keep the toys.

I know.

And this? How come it's here?

I don't use it anymore. It is warm.

You can also keep it.

"INFAMOUS MOB OF NOCTURNAL BIRDS"

"Ite, misa est". (Go, the mass is over)

Let me go. Please bring me a cup of water with sugar.

We were in the part where the vision

of that woman... upsets you.

Her memory...

I can't take it out of my head.

I, ...

She leaves, I see her, ...

she moves her hips...

She moves them as ...

She wobbles. That is, she wobbles.

Does she flirt?

Do you think she's insinuating?

Insinuating...

No.

I do not think so.

I do not know, I am confused.

But what's clear is that she does not

dress with modesty.

She uses light, tight clothes...

Well...

The heat started already, right?

I mean the weather.

Yes, but as I did not have...

I do not know how to say it...

Any dealings

Any frequent, normal, dealing

with sin, until the war...

What happens to you comes with the age,

not with the wars.

As you want, Father, but I expected...

that returning to the seminary will free...

me from the nightmare.

And why would you?

The daemon does not rest, it's his business.

Yes, but I think I use all the weapons

that religion gives us.

I want to see each woman as...

... Eve, mother of us all before the sin.

Or as martyrs...

who allowed the circus lions to tore their flesh...

and eat them alive, before losing their virtue.

This is not a good way, son.

You will see no Eves in the streets

You agree, none walks around naked.

You see them naked when you see them, right?

About the martyrs...

forget about them.

You risk feeling like a lion.

Confession teaches a lot, you'll see.

And what can I do?

Hold to the demon by the horns, boy!

I fear that woman beats me, Father.

I think, Salvador, that in this game...

you are the board, the pieces, and the dice.

Maybe you don't want to see it.

Let's go to take some air.

Well, you can breath here.

Tell me... This Elena, how did you meet her?

She is a widower, a pupil's mother.

An intelligent boy.

A little reserved, perhaps shy.

It seems sometimes yes, and sometimes not.

Silence, doubts, something of a revolt,

back in the deep one.

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