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Good morning, Vincenzo!

Good morning, Julie!

Op!

ENTRY OF THE ARTISTS

- Doves, never buy anything from me.
- You are too expensive!

- Yeah, right!
- You are dear.

Goodbye.

Good morning, my little one. Did you sleep well?
Here is the cappuccino.

What a night!
I couldn't sleep a wink.

The neighbors made a big fuss.

Jerome didn't even wake up,
I am a light sleeper.

I got artichokes for your father.
He is really obsessed with artichokes!

I bought you a nail polish
of a beautiful color!

You're going to love it.
Won't you give me a smile?

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Good morning, professor.

Mah!

Tolerance.

Good morning, Vincenzo.

- Good morning, Gerard.
- How are you doing?

- Good, you?
- Good.

- Has he entered the ring yet?
- No.

I prefer to knock them out at the end of the day.

- It is a tradition.
- YES?

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To go to analysis to get rid
of her dependence on her father,

That he was a whoremonger. She went
to the analyst and got rid of him.

But she was still unhappy,
so she went back to the analyst

To get rid of the addiction
from his cocaine-addicted son.

But he was still unhappy.

So she came to me and I told her:

"Virginie, your husband is right,
you need to go back to the analyst

So you get rid of the last jerk.

Your husband."

Yes, because she is very much in love with me.

All my patients are,

apart from you.

Do you know why, Albertine?
You have very bad taste.

Cycle still nothing?

Is it not that you are pregnant?

Albertine, Albertine!

If you would make up your mind
to come down from the pedestal and ...

To return with us.

In the midst of all this shit
In which we float, with joy.

Did you see that the tile is still there?

It has been like this for months now.
It will never fall, in my opinion.

Some more fragile balances last
longer than others.

I know.

That you can talk,

little golden frog.

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> Bubu!

Bubu.

I lost the dog, Bubu.

It was in the bag with the snout
popping up, then not popping up.

I lost the umbrella and the dog. Then
that guy followed me into the subway.

I started to run,
then he put his hands there.

He started rubbing the thing,
how disgusting!

This morning my scooter made
a strange noise and wouldn't start!

Maybe there was no gasoline
or it's bad luck or maybe the spark plugs!

Bubu.

Shit. I'm late for rehearsal.
That director hates dogs.

How does such a small dog bother him?
Bubu.

I would like to save myself, I must save myself!

Bubu.

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Ué, Vince'! Oplà!

I went to the pharmacy today,
there was a beautiful girl.

You know those fleshy, well-made girls.

He had to weigh himself.
He got on the scale, put the coin...

And she didn't like it,
she was not satisfied with her weight.

He gets off the scale, takes off
coat, climbs back onto the scale,

puts the coin in, is not satisfied
And goes down one more time.

She took off the sweater, went back up,
but then ran out of coins.

Then I say to her, "Miss, take off
the skirt as well, I'll put the coin in."

Have a laugh, Vince'!

Shall we take a walk to the park
tomorrow? No one can see us.

Shall we go and see if any
any squirrels?

Good night, Albertine.

My star.

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This ruthlessness will cease.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Are you looking for anything in particular?

Looking for Bubu.

Ah!

00:13:24.125
00:13:29.685
I feel so guilty! I've been feeling
guilty since I was little.

I learned sooner to feel guilty
guilt than to talk.

It is not the only one. Without guilt,
no writer would exist.

- What is your name?
- Vincenzo.

- Italian, bookseller.
- Heh!

- Say something!
- No!

Tell me something.

- Come on!
- No, no! No! Not on the books!

- Please.
- Come on, tell me something.

- What.
- Say what you want,

tell something.

What?

I don't know, huh?

Action.

Chop up the onion, sauté it
in a pan with oil.

Turn off the heat,
add chopped parsley.

Cut the sardines into small pieces and.
flour the stockfish.

What is it?

It is a recipe for codfish.
Yes, of Vicenza-style salt cod.

You are really an odd one.

- "Show me, old man."
- How?

I am reminded of a character
who used to say, "I'm a weirdo."

Hemingway replied to him:
"Prove it, old man."

- That's enough now.
- No!

- So you live surrounded by books.
- Yeah.

No, it's just. What are the books for?

We live in the digital age.
I mean, paper now...

Has become useless,
it's just a big waste, don't you think?

Honestly, don't you feel
a bit of a dead man walking?

It is the dialogue with these books
that keeps me alive.

Yes.

Literature makes eternal,
actuality kills.

- Does topicality kill?
- Yes.

This is brilliant!
This is really good material.

I have to trim that idiot!

What does it mean...
That topicality kills?

Because it thunders us.

It never strengthens us and makes us fragile.

Instead, the human being
needs to stop

And to exist.

Oh, shit! The battery is dead.

- Do you have a charger?
- No, I don't have a cell phone.

- You don't have a cell phone?
- No.

- You don't have a cell phone?
- No.

- No way!
- Wait.

She doesn't have a cell phone!

This is unbelievable!
She doesn't have a cell phone!

Voila!

Good, huh?

"No and then no,
Cosimo made and rejected the plate."

"Get away from this table!
Cosimo was already leaving the room."

"Where are you going? Where are you going?"

"Cosimo climbed up to the fork
of a branch where he could be comfortable."

He sat there, legs dangling,
arms crossed

The head bagged on the shoulders,
the tricorn socked on his forehead."

"Our father
leaned back from the windowsill."

"When you get tired of standing there,
you will change your mind," she shouted to him."

"I will never change my mind,
said my brother from the branch."

"I'll show you as soon as you come down!"

"And I won't come down anymore!"

"He kept his word."

It's beautiful, huh?

Good night, my love.

You don't understand shit! Theater
Is sacrifice, tears and blood!

For two months you have not paid us,
we have already made the sacrifices.

Wretches! And you from tomorrow
you are no longer the protagonist.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Did you find your dog again?

No, I haven't found it yet.

He was afraid, I had to hide it
Because the director is crazy.

What show are you preparing?

None.

Is it the title?

No.

No. What I meant was.

We write the text,
that is, we should write it.

We are all living authors!

- Interesting.
- He also says that.

It makes us do improvisations,
immediacies...

He doesn't know either and takes notes.

We stand there pulling out
what we have inside

But I'm not interested in talking about me.

He wants us to talk to people,
that we capture the emotional material.

- The emotional material! \ -
Emotional material. And an oxymoron.

So I boarded the guy
with the tattoo, so he believed....

The problem is that everyone
always misunderstands me, it's true.

All times.

"I live in terror
of not being misunderstood."

Oscar Wilde said that.

Yolande, what are you doing here? You have to come in
when the piano attacks!

- Your turn!
- Coming! This sucks!

I'm going back to the sucker pit.
Good night.

I am going to Italy next week.

- Vatican?
- No, Italy.

This is the perfect book
to read in Italy. Enjoy your trip.

- Good evening.
- Goodbye, Father Mathieu.

Father Mathieu, the flowers are ready.

- Thank you, Julie.
- Thank you.

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Breathe, otherwise the lungs
get lazy, you know?

Breathe, my love.
You think of the wind, think of the sea.

Think of Corsica. Do you remember?

At the Mouths of Bonifacio
I miraculously got you back.

Do we want to rent a boat in June?
When no one is around.

You take the helm, I'll fuck the mainsail.

I can still do some shit.

Let's go just you and me, huh?
Me, you and the sea.

There is nothing to be afraid of,
my love, nothing.

I think I will leave the company,
I can't fit in.

I replace the main character
who was the director's companion.

They argued, she threw the
behind the set design.

The only scene worthy of applause,
the rest is a catastrophe.

I used to be a bystander. That idiot
threw me on the stage

And he said:
"You are the main character."

Many extraordinary careers
have begun

With a successful substitution.

- Do I have a bad voice?
- No. Why?

What? Yes.

No, I haven't touched your muesli.

No, I don't think I have it.

I washed the dishes,
you throw out the garbage!

The house stinks because you smoke,
I don't smoke!

Fuck you, bitch.

\
And my roommate.

But ... she does smoke, though.

- She is totally unbalanced; she is a vegan.
- Ha!

In the refrigerator I have a small shelf.
When I come back in the evening, I'm very hungry.

I open the refrigerator and she has eaten
My eggs and my foie gras!

- The vegan?
- Vegan by day though,

Because it also eats mice at night.

Tonight I cried.

It is not a good time for me.

Then this weather certainly doesn't help.

I wait for spring.
In spring I always recover.

Indistinct noise

Do you have a book to recommend?
I'm not a big reader, though....

Voila.

"The Foam of Days." Boris Vian.

It is too big. I am dyslexic,
I learned to read late.

Tell the truth, are you a bit of a mythomaniac?

I'm always trying to fix things,
to polish them a little bit.

Give me something short,
to read on the subway.

"Short?"

If I start reading a book
and I can't finish it, I go crazy.

Ah! How many stops does he have to make?

- Three.
- Three?

- Here, your book.
- Was she able to read it in three stops?

The hand that makes contact with things.
I love it.

On stage I never know what to do with my
hands, whether to follow the text or not.

- Then you try to keep them still.
- I can't.

I don't know, it's...
it's a nervous tic, I can't.

I don't know anything about theater,
but imagine that...

Imagine someone holding them
behind his back.

Yes, of course!
I will, goodbye!

Goodbye.

Hold my hands.

Huh?

Tighten my wrists.

- How?
- Hold my hands!

- Hold my hands! Hold them tightly.
- Why?

Oh!

- Hector...
- Huh?

- Hector, my love, my fucking love!
- What's he doing? Stay calm.

All those promises,
like flames in the night

And then nothing, absolute darkness, nothingness!

"I need time to figure out if you are
really the woman of my life."

"I am lost, I have lost you,
I am lost, you are too much for me!"

- But.
- "I don't ask you to wait for me."

"You have to live your life.
I will be happy if you are happy."

"I will be happy to know that you are happy!"

Is this serious?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck!

- It is serious...
- It is not serious.

I believed all your bullshit.

I believed your bullshit.

And then you said, "I'll see you
in a year on the Pont Neuf."

Therefore.
I pass every day on the Pont Neuf.

I pass every day on the Pont Neuf,
because it is stronger than me!

- She's crazy!
- My dog!

Why didn't you take it to Mozambique?

Now Bubu has run away!

No one feels safe with me.

Yet I wait, I wait
And multiply my illusions.

She... She is a magnificent actress.

Thank you.

Would you like another book to read?

- Yes, but short.
- Yes.

"The White Nights" by Dostoevsky.

What are you doing, bullshitting me?

"And suddenly I stopped
as if impaled."

"I had heard a muffled cry.
I wasn't wrong, the girl was crying."

"For one more minute
her sobbing was heard."

"My heart clenched.

And even though I'm shy with women,
that was a special moment."

"I returned, approaching her."

"I would certainly have said madame,
if I had not known

that such an exclamation had been
already uttered a thousand times

In all the Russian novels
that dealt with the great world."

Aaah!

Ah!

- Vincenzo?
- Yes.

- Can I ask you a favor?
- Sure.

My mother wrote a secret diary

- For many years.
- Ah!

They are just trifles,
notes, little secrets

Of the recipes, how to preserve
basil in the middle of winter.

Domestic floriculture.

There are also some modest thoughts,
but incisive. I would like to have it bound.

Yes. What kind of binding?

- I don't know. I haven't thought about it.
- Do you have a title?

- No, no.
- I could use some cowhide.

Albertine cannot go on like this.

- Huh?
- Why don't you try talking to her?

My daughter does not speak.

But it is very telling.

His is selective mutism,
the cerebellum has no damage.

He just has a blockage,
he hasn't overcome the trauma, that's all.

I am here to obey the traumas
of my daughter. i am always here.

He needs to go back to college,
see friends.

Albertine can have
an almost normal life.

Normal?

What is normal for the spider
Is hell for the fly.

His mother is.

She is still alive.

But yesterday he asked me to make love.

- He no longer recognizes anyone.
- Ah.

Vincenzo, you are getting old.
And so.

Albertine's life must have
meaning even after her.

He needs to think about his future.

I know that Albertine's life
Is her whole life.

Yes.

- No, Gerard, she doesn't know anything.
- She does.

I know that Albertine has an intelligence
out of the ordinary.

When electricity
passes through her body

muscles respond to stimuli.

Who is your hairdresser, Gerard?

Last night he humiliated me again
In front of everyone.

"Why are you pretending and not trying to be
yourself, the shit that you are!"

Then he took the newspaper
And went to the toilet.

However, that idiot is right.

I will never be a protagonist,
I will always be a bystander.

But she is an extraordinary actress.

The other day, when I was...
I was holding her hands, she was magnificent.

Yes, but the other day it was a true story.

Ah.

Hector did not trust me.

- Maybe he was right.
- Or maybe he was just afraid.

Vincenzo...

my life is full of illusions

And I multiply them like soap bubbles!

She is an artist, Yolande.

The first quality of art is illusion.

Yes, but not in life, Vincenzo.
In life...

I feel so ridiculous.

Because she is brave.

You have to risk the ridiculous
To get to touch the sublime.

Courage, Yolande.

Try to be yourself.
Try to look at what you have.

I don't have anything though.

She is stupid if she says that.

You have the talent.

But who is up there?

He is right, I will look at what I have,
I will look at the tip of my toes.

Is this fixation here?

It is the dialogue with these dead
That keeps me alive!

- Topicality kills!
- What the fuck does that mean?

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Are you looking for anything in particular?

Yes, the story of an old asshole.

- But. Pardon?
- He is someone who is an intellectual

But he is actually a big pig
And he wants to do all women.

You are spoiled for choice.
I could tell you about Victor Hugo, Simenon.

Bukowski and.

Philip Roth.

- Philip Roth?
- YES.

Leave her alone, understand?

- What?
- Yolande.

\
And my woman, understand?

- Yolande?
- Do you fuck her in there?

- What does he do?
- In the library?

- Roxanne, the books!
- Do you make it here? In the bookstore?

> What does she do?
> Do you give her the books to fuck her?

- Is that so?
- But who are you?

00:38:53.725
I'll show you who I am,
I'll break your face!

How did you make her fall in love with you?
Do you pull your tail out?

You pull out the little tail, don't you?
Is that what you do?

Now you listen to me!
Look at me, you piece of shit!

Listen carefully. If I catch you again
Together with her, I'll set everything on fire.

I'm burning this fucking library!

Son of a bitch!

Jerome is a good guy, but he is a
kind of stupid. He always gets fooled.

Baby, are you finished?
Do you need any help?

I remember when I was cleaning at the Palace of
Congress with him over my shoulder.

I used to straddle the broomstick
to make him laugh.

Here, baby. I bought you a
Shakti doll, it will bring you luck.

I told Jerome,
we are integrated.

I work with a beautiful young lady,
she loves me as if I were her mother.

Instead, he resents the whole world.

May God forgive me, but I am afraid
That I will become like his father.

The little girl is nervous,
she did not want to wash herself.

Something is going on in her mind.

- Maybe her period is coming back.
- No!

When a woman is nervous,
for you men, it's always the cycle's fault!

- What?
- What?

What did he do?
He has a strange face.

What face?

"Don't die, Mr. Master."

"Take my advice
And live many years."

Because the greatest folly that
a man can do in this life..."

It is to let oneself die like that
for no reason, Albertine.

Without anyone killing him,
exhausted by sorrows and despondency.

"Come on, don't be lazy."

"Get up from this bed and..."

"Who knows if behind some hedge...

Do not find Ms. Dulcinea."

What did Alain say to her?

He... He is all crazy.

It's the cocaine's fault.
The cocaine and the gym, yes.

I hope it didn't hurt her.

I defended myself.

He is nothing to me.

I believe that.

We went to bed twice.

- Emotional material.
- No, no, it's sex.

However, I was the one who ended
with him. In fact, it never started.

I'm sorry, I'm a mess,

- I just mess up...
- Never mind.

No problem. Good night.

- My backpack. I need my backpack.
- Yes.

Good night.

It is true what Alain told you
the other day.

I can't stay away from her,
Vincenzo.

Huh?

Look, Yolanda, please.

You must believe me.

- She never tells the truth.
- I always tell the truth, I never lie!

Do you mind if I sit down for a minute?
I'm very tired.

I haven't slept for two nights, I'm beat.

Do you remember when you told me that
I should only look at what I have?

Yes.

I closed my eyes and saw her.
I dreamed of her.

No, for God's sake!
No dreams, please. No dreams!

Do you know what I dreamed about?

What?

No!

We used to go on the crash cars.
I love them!

I haven't been there for a long time.

You were really great at it,
she was constantly coming at me.

I would jump and laugh.

I woke up laughing
And later I burst into tears.

As usual.

Vincenzo...

she lives in a place outside the world.

I feel so good here.

- Does she really not care about me?
- But no, she is...

She is a... good customer.

Ssh!

I am not a good customer,
I hardly ever read.

I get tired almost immediately. I have too many
thoughts, I can't concentrate.

- Would you like to go out with me?
- How?

We could go and eat. You don't have to
offer, I always pay my share.

In the theater, everyone pays for themselves.

Unless you want to invite me.

Of course, I would invite her.

- So yes?
- No.

- No?
- Yes... No, no, no.

Are you married, Vincenzo?

Ah, he is separated.

Better because.
I have a bad luck me!

It's a little cold here.
Do you have a blanket?

Yes.

He lost his dog,
but found a master.

What does he have there, a dead body?
Did he kill somebody?

If he has to get rid of it, Jerome
has friends who will help him.

They are good kids, well integrated.

He will have to pay them, though.

# A traffic circle in Paris! #

Next time.
bring your friend a chamomile tea.

Is she the terrorist?
Did you put her in the window?

I haven't slept like this in ages.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I need to go to the bathroom.

No, no, excuse me.

The bathroom is that way.

- Okay.
- You're welcome.

He stole the croissant.
Not even Marie Antoinette!

Go, Clement.

Well, then, I'm going to go.

I have the dress rehearsal.
Fingers crossed.

No!

No...

But is it... his daughter up there?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I apologize.
I am too impulsive, I am a fool.

I thought there was a woman,
I was afraid...

Please go away.

Your daughter-doesn't she ever go out?

I can understand it.

What's outside? There is not much.

Just a little bit of lighting and... a lot of noise.

Dear.

Dear Vincenzo.

Eh, but... That's enough now, huh?

That's enough now!

My dear professor, eh?

- Please, huh?
- Excuse me?

Enough, he must stop stealing.

You have to pay for the book! Do you understand,
professor? You have to pay for it!

- Leave.
- Any attraction is mutual.

Sure, but you have to pay for it!

Fuck you.

- What were you like as a child?
- I don't remember, it's been too long.

- I can picture you.
- Can you? What was it like?

Some people change a lot,
others don't. You have not changed.

How do you know?

Among so many children, I would have recognized you.

- Oh, yeah? And from what?
- From the eyes, from the nose.

The nose was smaller,
when I was a child.

- You don't like to talk about yourself.
- No, I find myself boring.

When I look in the mirror, I think.
"Who is that guy there?"

They called me "the misanthrope."

Do you know what they used to call me?

- The porcupine.
- The porcupine?

Yes.

- Why?
- If someone got too close,

I used to sting him.

Tick, tick, tick!

What about your daughter?

You never talk about it.

I live for her, that's all.

\
And my star.

What about his mother?

She went to live in New York
with someone else, a writer.

When I was married, I lived like most
majority of married men, alone.

Albertine I saw her very little.

He was going about his life, going to school.

She was good, she was doing very well.
She was a perfectionist.

She was always eager to show
everyone her perfection.

Like his mother.

My wife did not esteem me,
but I didn't give a damn.

I'd rather be a big loser
than a mediocre winner.

We were separating.

It was horrible. Our house
Was full of poison, full of rage.

Everything happened suddenly,
four years ago.

Albertine no longer wanted to leave the house

But then one day
he decided to go to the pool.

So she went out and...
She went up on that trampoline.

The pool was empty.

E...

And she fell down.

There were leaves on the bottom,
fell on those leaves.

We got lucky.

Shall we spend the night together?

- I shouldn't even be here.
- You are here, though.

You know.

Giving up
is not always a defeat.

- I sold a book, Vince'.
- Ah!

- Bravo.
- It cost eighteen and fifty-six euros.

The asshole gave me twenty euros
And went away laughing.

\
What about the "Madame Bovary" that was featured?

- Heh.
- Ah, here.

Eighteen fifty-six is 1856.
This is the date of the first edition.

The book is worth much more.

That's why he laughed.

That asshole!

Probably yes, but that's okay.

However, this is not a business
in the black.

Wine is a very good business.

Remove the books, put the wine bottles,
empty the shelves.

Leave a couple of books for scenery.

I see people, they want to drink.

People are nostalgic, wistful.

There are certain Russian "chiattoni," Arab

who drain bottles of wine worth
20,000 as if they were water!

You take the books out of here.

You put in the venue and I put in
the palate, I'll give you a hand. Vince!

Are you crying over "Madame Bovary?"

Do you know what Flaubert said
On his deathbed?

"I will die and that bitch will live
forever."

Come on.

Don't you eat?

Of hunger you do not die.

Love!

Then you are not pregnant.

Good thing.

Open the gift.

- Sit down.
- I can't, I have a boxing match.

Then go out and fight.

I have something inside my chest,
like a jumping toad, all the time.

She is right.

Albertine...

I'm the one holding it back.

Unbutton your shirt.

You took such good care of your daughter,
you have been a good father.

I think Albertine got tired of me.

You take advantage of it
To start living again.

Or simply to live,
Before he is too old.

I am afraid.

Lift up your shirt.

You know, fear is the mother of regrets.
Breathe in deeply.

If he tried again?

If he tried that dive again ...

Vincenzo, life is one big ambush.
Cough.

That's good, huh? She's fine.

I think a suicide is just
a clumsy act.

Every suicidal person,
if he had the chance

Would have killed someone else.

I have something for you.

Thank you.

It was soaked in wine.

- What did his mother drink? Burgundy?
- No.

I mean, sometimes,
but mostly he drank some grape marc.

He had a less rosy life
than the one he recounts in the diary.

I have the impression that he knew
that one day we would find it and read it.

So it adjusted things a little bit,
I think.

Mothers teach us about love.

Wait, Gerard!
I met a woman.

- It's probably nothing...
- Maybe it's everything instead.

- She is an actress.
- It's not serious.

I wouldn't want Albertine to believe that ...

Albertine believes in her love.

- Good morning, Vincenzo.
- Good morning, Julie.

Doves.

Did you take the tampons
for the little one?

You think about your coffins,

- Life is taken care of by women.
- Yes.

- Are you okay, Vincenzo?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Hello, Albertine.

Look, I brought you a present.

It's a... It's a star projector, see?
Look.

The idiot wanted it for the show,
then he didn't want it anymore.

"No stars!" That's what he said.

Tonight is important to me,
it's opening night. Wish me shit.

But look, what is this?
You've rebuilt all of Paris!

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And in miniature, how cute!

Are fish a daddy and a mommy?
A brother, a sister?

Look. They are in love.

You know,
I also have panic attacks.

In the evening, when the curtain rises.

I'm afraid I can't speak,
however, then I speak.

You have to speak up.

People pay for the ticket.

So you talk, you talk, you act,
everyone plays their role.

You also have to do it well,
you have to give back the gift you received.

- Good evening, Vincenzo.
- Father Mathieu!

- Vincenzo, I'll take your roses to the theater.
- Yes, thank you.

Once upon a time there was a family
Of hedgehogs. They loved each other very much.

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After a while they began to feel
the pain of the spines

That drove him away.

However, after a while they felt
cold again.

Then they approached each other again.

Again they felt the pain of the spines.

They continued like this all night long,
torn between two evils

the cold and the pain.

This lasted until
they found the right distance,

the ideal location.

Schopenhauer, "The Dilemma
Of the hedgehog." Do you know it?

I always read the advice
about happiness.

Oh! Shit!

Oh boy. There are a lot of people.
Super late!

The sky always opens to a star.

Mince the onion and let it
sauté in a pan with oil.

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And cut the sardines into pieces!

Yolande. Yolande.

- How did it go?
- They booed us.

- We should have expected that, shouldn't we?
- I have so much to tell you, so many things.

I'm a little tipsy, but ...
It's all clear in my head now.

Come with me.

- He's back.
- Bubu.

What did I tell her?

- Dogs always come back.
- Hector.

He kept his promise, Vincenzo.

He was sitting in the front row,
he didn't take his eyes off me.

I was nervous,
I was salivating like crazy!

When I saw it I thought
I was going to faint. My hands were frozen.

I thought he was there
to make fun of me.

Then I saw something in the fog.
I felt such a force!

It was as if hope was sitting there,
in front of me.

Vincenzo, I acted
as I had never done before.

Like a skate that glides
On the ice effortlessly.

I was literally flying!
Then he came to the dressing room

And I realized that I had never stopped
waiting for him.

Vincenzo, the illusions
support our wings.

It doesn't matter if I regret it tomorrow.

Now I know that happiness has caught up with me

When I least expected it.

We are leaving tonight. He's going to accompany me
on tour, that's great.

So.

I wanted to say hello.

Ah... You wanted to know about Bubu?

The whole neighborhood
will want to know about Bubu.

One morning Hector found him
in front of his door.

Ah.

He is so sensitive that dog!

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Waiting for me.

Will you forget about me?

I won't forget you either.

Well, I have to go now.

Ah!

Thorns.

Tell me good luck.

I love you.

- Thank you, Alain.
- You've been great.

You are a great actress. Seriously.

- You were also good the other day.
- I am a beginner.

Why did you plant it like this ...

that poor guy?

You can tell you are crazy about him.

Giving up
is not always a defeat.

Hold on. Here, here you go.

- Did you steal it in the theater?
- The ass is important.

At least it's something. So bye.

- Where are you sleeping tonight?
- I don't know, then I'll see.

Good. Be sure to take it easy
And don't do drugs. All right?

Yolande.

Are you okay?

I will tell you tomorrow.

Oh, my God!

Hey, hey, hey!

Good morning, Hector.

Good morning!