The Girl on a Motorcycle

¡Daniel!

¡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.