¡Daniel!
God, I have to see him.
I have to go to him.
¡Raymond! Raymond...
Awake!
Oh, I just will not touch me.
Skin! It's like skin.
I'm like an animal.
No ... And even if Raymond had awakened,
anyway I would have gone.
Sometimes flying is an instinct.
I will not feel guilty.
There is!
You really are asleep or is afraid to see me go?
Well, now you hear me!
What site did you bring me, Raymond?
Only cemeteries and military camps.
Almost a million died here.
This place reeks of old wars. And why did they die?
They put the names of soldiers streets. At least in Switzerland there is only one,
a general. Well, I do not remember his name.
Another cemetery but all the dead are buried.
> Why do not they rebel? At least the young!
Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive.
Damn, I did not bring money and forgot my watch.
Well, this will suffice for a drink in Germany.
¡Calla!
Full, please! Super!
Full tank ...
- Do you have a long trip? - Quite.
You know who I am, right?
My husband is a teacher, Raymond Nase.
I forgot the money.
Would you please ask him on the way to school? He will pay you.
Well dressed more like a race car driver.
But I know this bike. No two are alike in this part of the world.
It's a beast of milk.
You should use her husband would come before school
and the children do not make fun of him so much.
It's my motorbike. No one else will ever wear.
Yes, Daniel. I will check the tire pressure.
Check the tires, please. 28 back, 26 front.
36 front.
38 behind.
Her husband is a very generous man.
Motherfucker lucky!
Her husband is a very generous man.
Raymond use my bike, who dares.
But of course not, it is not those who dare.
Or ask if he had to walk 150 kms.
The children do not make fun of him so much.
Why did you leave? I felt shame just to hear you tell me, Raymond.
And the Rhine is born, in fact where I come from.
Switzerland.
Why shake the arm, Phillipe? What do you want?
I go to the toilet, sir.
Okay, you can go!
Silence!
This is too much!
- Where is the radio? - We thought you liked music, sir.
- Where is? - Over there!
There! There!
Keep it off already! Already!
- I thought you liked music, sir. - That shit is not music!
Where they have hidden?
Daniel is right, of course. Always he has.
The city is dying in the suburbs.
Imagine living in a house like that. What a burden!
A slow and burdensome death.
Until I die. Being married is a little death.
To live here. Jesus! I speak as if he had married years.
And it only took two months.
It's your damn goodness what is killing me!
Look, Daniel, I can erase them like something in a book drawing.
Twist the throttle grip and I can clear this filth.
Rebecca! A high-speed a wet road
you should anticipate a kilometer ahead.
Frena carefully and tucks third before braking. Now remember!
Remember? All,
Absolutely everything.
Flying to you like those birds.
No, like a rocket, whizzing toward the sun
Are you going to scorch? I want you to burn away the.
I want it to be exactly the same, exactly like last time.
When the clock strikes 8 in Heidelberg, I'll be in your arms.
Eight. It is still too early, dammit. Are another four.
What time I left then? I must not come too soon.
I want you to wait in the summer house.
I sense that he knows I'm there. He senses his prey.
I'll stop for a while, I'll let you keep sleeping. Breakfast and coffee Finish your.
What warmth, even so soon.
Like thousands of other fingers.
I only came to life when he touches me.
I'm a bit like a leaf:
Green. Not in the normal sense. Very elastic and young.
Flexible, hardly flourishing. Young and fabulous.
There the similarity ends! I took Daniel.
And at the time I picked up, I died.
It makes me so long, so boring, dammit!
I would never have imagined that 12 days seem so long.
Oh, you have no idea how much I've bored! I have atrophied.
I like that word, is it appropriate? "Suffocated" No. atrophied.
And the bike, waiting. Almost biting the brake.
No, much more bear horse and quick, quick.
The first time I went through here, and it was so hot
the handle burned my hands despite wearing gloves. I was going to 190!
Is a woman. Today there is no distinction.
Oh yeah? I can.
You know I'm naked under this.
You could get off the rack to see if anything happened smuggling.
Passport!
I've heard of how they record.
Gosh, do not do that, you fucking idiot.
Only myself to declare.
Something to declare?
You see, what I said!
Nothing at all, sir! Nothing except myself as you can see.
And it's a pretty good, too.
Nothing?
¿Are you sure?
Teach me.
What?
The papers on his motorcycle.
All right.
You can go now.
Come back another time and give me a ride on your bike!
I promise I'll grab me strong!
Now I leave the country and entered the Raymond Daniel.
How beautiful is the country of my lover. What architecture!
Your body is like a violin in a velvet box.
¡Daniel! Oh, Daniel...
Take my skin!
Clothe yourselves like men! Take off your hair flowers!
It does not look good on you.
Poor wretches. Practically kids.
Do you have time to make love? You know it?
Have you ever were a soldier, Daniel? I imagine not taking orders from anyone.
Do not tragarías that shit waving flags.
¡Sal fast!
Burn!
- What has been, Daniel? - Moron!
Did not I mention that the clutch will not last five minutes if you treat it?
You're just presuming, that's all!
Canned mice caught in traps.
I'm trapped, I run inside my little cage.
I have to ask Daniel why the bridges always seem mousetraps.
He'll know why. If not, you invent one.
And I'll believe me. That little space at the end.
It is the escape route for now.
Imagine, once believed the trains were fast.
The funny little train chugging away red mountain.
I felt so happy for Jean and Catherine.
All had fewer complications, life could be so simple.
And I enjoyed it.
- Look how light reading! - The Symphony in B minor Schubert!
Would not it be more appropriate a thriller for a weekend ski?
Thrillers are too clever for me. I can never follow them.
You do not have a common taste for the rest?
Various.
It refers to me.
Here you go.
Thank you! Come on, honey!
- Oh, look at that, it's beautiful! - We're right here.
- See you later! - See below.
This is mine.
- A red room! Sexy! - Red danger.
Thank you!
Oh, beautiful.
- My room is next to yours. - Y...?
Do not close with key tonight!
Let's take another turn! Come on!
- Do not! I've had enough. - Okay, I'll go with you too.
- Why? Have not you having fun? - Not particularly.
Liar! You never do what you want.
You just do what you should do.
Okay, we will reach an agreement. We will give one more lap!
All right. Now at least you admit what you want to do.
But you know what you should do.
¡No!
You must tell me to shut and do what you want to do!
Oh, honey, if you were not always so reasonable,
not you take me to act like a bitch!
You should find another girlfriend, someone friendly and that was not like me!
Oh, Rebecca.
Why do you look at that man at the bar? Do you know him?
I think maybe you have seen him go to the library of my father.
Stupid! You can not put off Oscar Wilde Charlotte Bronte.
That would cause a scandal!
Where are you going then?
With Bernard Shaw and St. Augustine, of course.
Companies is curious when a man dies.
- Good Morning! - Good Morning!
She was happening and I wondered if I had arrived that copy of "African Genesis".
I do not, not, afraid not. You see, these editors are like the elderly.
They ignore writers and have no sense of urgency.
But the other day I found something that I think might interest you.
A copy of the "divinity" of Chardin.
- Editing Marseille? - Do not.
- Meet my daughter Rebecca, right? - Do not.
Oh, darling, meet Monsieur Daniel ...
Colonier.
Lausanne, teaches at Heidelberg.
And "divine love and wisdom."
Oh, I was sure I sold a copy of that last spring.
- I still have not read. - What a pity!
Anyway, winter is the season for divine wisdom.
But divine love is leg all seasons.
And I think Rebecca would not deny it.
Well, I'll go by the "Divinity".
- Here it is! - I'm looking forward to get my hands on.
- In perfect state. - Of course I'll take it.
Thank you!
An interesting, typical Swiss man.
German thought but despises exploits.
Are you crazy!
Give me mine, come on!
- You will not need yours. - So you think?
You'll be fine, honey.
Goodnight!
Good night, Raymond!
Goodnight!
I'm here.
No, it does not.
White! White to Raymond.
No I can not.
Oh, no, what's wrong with me? I can not go with it.
Rebecca.
Raymond! He'll be drunk.
Raymond knew you were not.
I've never been so happy.
He did not even look back.
¡Rebecca!
¿Rebecca?
Rebecca, I am!
Come on, up! Do not you want to go skiing? It's ten o'clock.
Have you been asleep hours.
- How do you know I've been asleep? - I went to your room.
- When? - Just after whereever.
I kissed him on the nose but do not you startled.
It will be the mountain air!
Yes, it will be the mountain air.
Raymond, do we have to wait three months to get married?
It is your father's idea that brought me the title and get that job ...
No problem. I will convince.
Let's get married next week! Please Raymond, I have fear.
- Afraid of what? - lose you! Or lose me ...
Oh if you knew ...
And what else would I know for sure ...
They married and lived happily ever after.
It's a cruel joke!
It's crazy that apresuráramos us to get married.
I had just finished school. Giselle that fat.
Is not it an appropriate name? All in white hands ...
who they were lace sleeves as trotters.
Why I did it? Better library from 9 to 5?
24 hours nonstop locked in those filthy suburbs of Switzerland.
No future. Many babies and not much money.
Pushing the cart by small cemeteries.
With no escape anywhere.
So why I married Raymond? To stop volverme a whore?
- Good Morning! - Good Morning!
What's on Swedenborg?
It was he, of course: The unknown.
And my body knows more than anyone in the world.
Just a moment. "Humanity and redemption". I know it's somewhere.
- I will look at the office. - Thank you.
I knew it was you.
Yeah, well, I have the "abrege" English,
but "Redemption" I have it down somewhere.
Under him?
No, no, I have to get used to look for things myself.
The problem is that the daughters marry. She marries in a few weeks.
!! Congratulations!! It seems pale for a bride.
It shows just breathe dust books.
If you can do without it one hour, I take her for a ride on my bike.
Will put some color in her cheeks.
Yes, go! Why not? Maybe wake up a bit.
Go, you have not left since you went skiing!
I have books ready for when I return.
- Thank you! - Come on, go!
Here we are.
Hold on! And your feet up!
Do not run much! He has not ridden a motorcycle before.
¡Agarrate well!
Place your white arms around my waist!
You're good?
- Where are you taking me? - To a place I know.
- beginning to think not return. - I did not have time.
It has been two weeks. I did not think you wanted to see me again.
That's what he had decided.
- What? - not to see you again.
- Why did you come? - Shut up!
Why did you decide never to see me again?
Was it because I do not like or that was promised?
Yes!
Which?!
two kilometer ago I said "what" because you like me or because I'm getting married.
Because they liked me.
Because there is no future in it, you mean?
Yes.
- And why did you do it? - Because there is a present.
Oh! Dammit!
I must flirt with the black this time.
And better than him apart their friendly hands me too.
Oh, you are not here. Pity. This is appalling.
Identity Card, papers motorcycle!
How much money do you have?
¡50 marcos!
Sure it's sissy.
No luggage. What makes in Germany?
I'm just testing the motorcycle on the autobahn.
Alsace roads are very narrow.
Traffic, no security.
What a couple of nasty buggers! Why do I bother to lie?
Or that it was his business.
The last time I was calorcito.
I like the warm weather.
It was a cold wind that killed my mother.
This may be a harbinger cold wind.
Oh, I'm stupid.
Champagne for my dear Daniel!
And water for Raymond! Raymond poor thing ...
I attract teachers: Husbands and lovers.
I like the word "lover".
Raymond obviously knows I have a lover and I may.
Daniel does not allow me anything. He treats me like a slave.
Although let me go, I know I am not free.
What do you teach, Daniel?
Philosophy?
Psychology?
Anthropology?
Ya know, you're a doctor Porn!
I should feel guilty. I know I should feel guilty.
Poor Raymond. I was an adulteress teenage girlfriend.
Do I married him because I was a masochist?
Daniel said yes. Then yes. Daniel ...
What did Daniel say?
"In 50 years there will be no more marriages."
I was born too soon. Oh, free love ...
"Free love, free field. We love while we can."
- Who? - Playboy magazine, sir?
Probably. But the quote is from Tennyson.
I did not know who thought of free love in his time.
What do you think of it?
Regarding the alternative: marriage.
You eat the cookie without having to buy the package, do you, sir?
What do you mean by free love?
Come on, any of you!
It is your generation that will end the custom of marriage.
Well, free love is to be free to love someone
without a permanent commitment. Not bad. Until a certain point.
Free love. Love without marriage. Loveless love.
Now to love they say "make love". Y?
Loveless desire.
- Possible? - Of course sir!
You may like a girl without the love.
So, what is love?
It is the most misunderstood word in any language and most misused.
We use it as a blanket to cover all dark emotions:
Desire, lust, a need to hurt,
receiving damage.
But it does not make acceptable love these other emotions?
If you mean respectable, say so!
If virtue is its own reward, then so is sin, right?
I guess so, sir.
So love is not just a word for
respectable sin for us as well as others?
And marriage is not just a way to protect us
that indicate us the finger and wagging tongues?
- I guess so! - Oh, oh yeah?
Then go, fall in love, then come back and tell me how free it is.
You will find that there are still some problems with free love.
Oh, what's wrong with free love, Daniel?
Oh, yes, I see.
Poor dear! And four and one on the way. It seems exhausted.
But are not vitamins you need.
Just like you told me, Daniel.
German drivers prefer to travel straight as soldiers.
What did you say? Like lemmings.
All of us, like lemmings, going to the cemetery. One way or another.
I was told I had identity.
My mother made me to stand out in school.
And my learned father. Teachers liked that.
Identified by my parents, but no identity.
I have no identity!
I lost forever in you, Daniel.
I'm a bitch in constant zeal.
That's what you want, right? You do not care, right?
You're a sadist, honey, a great sadist!
You're a bastard!
Dumbass! Dumbass!
Like a bloody mausoleum.
Daniel! I wonder if this is where you hide all your dark secrets.
God, I need a drink!
I have time yet.
They are still only six-thirty.
And the way you taught me to drink it.
A room and a bottle of kirsch!
Of course, monsieur. Room 8 is open.
- Thank you. - He's been here before.
Ahead!
Thank you sir!
How stupid.
Daniel, I want you to teach me to wear a motorcycle!
I will, begin tomorrow.
Now remember, if you treat the machine as if it were human,
answer to. Only people leave treated like machines. Right?
Gently release the clutch.
Now, give it some gas!
Now listen! Thrust first!
Slowly, gently. Here we go!
Splendid. Calm calm!
Very well. Speed ​​up a little more! Not too much!
Go quiet! Speed ​​up a little!
Not too much! Quiet!
Now, switch to second!
Softly! A) Yes!
Genial.
- I did it. - Be careful, look!
- Watch out! - You do not have to yell at me like that!
I must shout over the engine!
Let yourself talk and gear changes again.
All right! In the next turn, downshifts!
Do not come back!
Beautiful! No, do not come back!
- Well, how have you been? - Nothing bad.
A slight improvement. Sit back!
I'll teach you to take the curves.
Hold on tight!
I change just before arriving. You lean into the curve.
Do not be afraid. Speed ​​takes me. You see?
Yes I think so.
- All right! You alone! - No, no, I can not.
You can do it!
A motorcycle is closer to you than any human being.
A car is something out of you.
But a motorcycle becomes part of you.
You are your feelings. They are between your legs.
- Is that the only love in your life? - That's stupid.
Of course not. And "love" is a stupid word.
Always crawling through mazes of feeling.
Love in a sense.
Also toothache!
What you do with toothache?
If it hurts too much, you take root.
And she's dead, the problems are over.
Is that what you did with it?
Where is he now?
- She's dead? - If you want!
- Daniel, will you marry me? - Do not.
- For her? - You said she was dead.
It could still be the reason.
Daniel, in three weeks I'm going to marry Raymond.
I write down in my agenda. I have sent you a wedding gift.
Come to see! The most ridiculous wedding gift I've ever seen.
It's not what you expect!
- Sign, s'il vous plaît. - You can not accept it!
The man may have money, but there are limits!
Should, Raymond? Is that what you want me to do, Raymond?
Not if it makes you unhappy. Do what you want.
Well, there you had your chance, Raymond, and lost.
I know who is going to be unhappy.
Daniel, today is the day.
I return to France by train.
You cant get your fucking bike!
Dear Raymond!
Dear Raymond! Oh God!
The case is: I have left.
I mean, I will not return.
I can not help it.
I never give any identity.
I never even say I'm beautiful.
My black devil! Make the wonderfully love.
As my red devil, Daniel!
Let go of your speed and accelerates in my hands!
Take me to him, my black pimp!
Oh God!
Crazy demon! You're a coward like to drive as well.
- You should have died! And you deserve it. - You are very right.
I have been a dumb bitch. I must control myself.
Do not worry honey!
I keep my body without a scratch for you.
And I know that my body is the only thing that worries you.
Why did I do?
- Daniel, why did I come here? - Because you want!
Because I want? Yes.
Because I want you.
Does that make me a nymphomaniac? Honey, I'm a nymphomaniac?
A little I guess.
How clever giving me that motorcycle wedding gift.
If not so, how he could reach you?
You know, all that Raymond said was:
"I would have thought that one of your father's friends,
I could have given something more useful. "
Poor Raymond.
Often I tried to tell him. God knows how many times I tried!
But it seemed useless.
Too late.
And then I decided to stay the bike.
Just to hurt you by regalármela. And then not to see you again.
- How long I endured? - One month.
15 days! Not that you knew it.
Do you know why I married Raymond in such a hurry?
I married him as protection against you.
I tried to make him happy.
I tried desperately to forget.
You know what I've been doing to forget you?
Every night before going to bed, I hear your thoughts in my head.
Your cruelty,
your arrogance, your pride,
your nonchalance.
Like you're not overrun them.
I then focus on each,
I am hoping that when I wake up in the morning I will not be thinking of you.
But I do it.
And I know you do not love me.
- Would you sent flowers to her? - Continually.
To me you've never sent me.
You've never loved anyone but her, who the hell out!
Say you no longer love anyone anymore.
Let's leave it there.
Do not you blow the cold ashes, small!
A kiss on the eyes.
Way here I called sadist bastard as loud
And he meant it.
Is that how you see me?
So it's how you want it?
No, I do not know.
I do not know.
Your toes are like tombstones.
Thank you!
In fact, for anything you're irresistible.
- And why you asked me to come? - I never asked you to come.
Yes you did, honey!
You sent me this wonderful motorcycle and am paying in installments.
But now it is already paid at all. I will not come here anymore. Never!
I give you ten days.
But you were wrong then, honey. They were only twelve days.
I know. I counted them.
Typical!
They take the field even when these morons have to sit in their cars.