The Voice of the Moon Page #5

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It is so narrow in places that one has to crawl.

I want to go down, I know my way around.

Stop!

What about the fire, the torture,

the devils?

He said he never saw any.

Nothing but worms in the pipe.

They run through faucets, bathrooms, kitchens.

It is said that is them, the devils.

And that it is the informer's fault,

He can see them even during the day.

He is asking you to look.

Yes?

The Moon is

spying on us forever.

And what can be done?

Make her disappear. According to him, she is useless.

Good job.

Someone is moving.

Marisa got her divorce.

She imports furniture.

Gentler, please:
it is precious.

They were given to my daughter Marisa

who can do what she wants with them.

Here is the judge's decree.

Are you convinced? Like hell!

I saw it coming, but noone would listen to me!

A girl like that!

My friend, how is your head? OK?

I am well.

Why are you crying like that, lady Marisa?

I regret it, I did not want it.

An agreement could have been reached.

I am reasonable.

Come on, it is a misfortune.

We, the reasonable people, are not understood.

But I love him.

- I was attached to him.|- Don't be childish.

You know very well he was not a man for you!

My filly, you are like my motor bike!

Pure dynamite! And I am your bomber.

Made to measure for you.

We will make an atomic couple!

Some way to call a woman:

A filly, a dynamite, a motorcycle?

I can not imagine it.

Who let this pickle out?

Who took my glasses?

Me, I did, here.

He is a show-off, but he is brave.

Go.

Now say bye to beautiful Marisona!

Good day!

And to pickle too.

Always at your service, Marisa.

He does not know that it is bad to annoy you.

He was lucky.

Come!

I can not let you stop him!

Do not waste time on that dirt!

I do not care about the journal! I gave you one for Christmas!

Nestore!

You have not changed at all.

- Neither did you.|- One should change.

Come in.

I am sure I know her.

Can you hear this echo?

Has everything been taken away?

No, they were left here.

And here too.

Listen to the mysterious sound

that turns the washing machine into a dryer.

A sound like a voice,

like a siren that sings just for me.

I call her my beautiful washerwoman.

Marisa treated them without regard or patience.

She was so sweet before,

an ideal woman.

I could watch it for hours.

Do you remember?

Marisa? And how!

She was so beautiful with her big mouth!

I made 800 millions for her!

Be wise with that.

Is it true, what people say?

That I am in love with you?

That you will launch a TV channel!

Here, in our city?

I do not know yet. There are too many people involved.

What will happen with this place?

Pick yourself up!

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