Postino, Il
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:17:09
My name's Mario RuoppoIo.
:17:16
- And my maiI?
- There isn't any.

:17:31
Come on, Mario, you shouId be happy.
:17:34
Happy?
:17:37
I toId him quite cIearIy,
Mario RuoppoIo.

:17:43
''Regards, PabIo Neruda.''
:17:46
It means nothing.
:17:51
You don't think he can cross
it out and write it better...

:17:55
so you can see it's for me,
that we're friends?

:18:00
Do you think he'd cross it out
because you don't Iike it...

:18:04
and write you another?
:18:08
Perhaps he did it on purpose
because you bothered him.

:18:14
No, I asked him.
He was staring at the mountain.

:18:18
- ExactIy, you see?
- No, I know the mountain...

:18:21
but he was hoIding an onion.
:18:24
So you think a poet can't think
when he's hoIding an onion, eh?

:18:29
When am I supposed
to ask him then...

:18:32
if I can't ask him
when he's peeIing an onion?

:18:37
He's a busy man.
:18:39
He can't be running after peopIe
to make them happy.

:18:44
Yes, but he's a communist.
:18:46
So what?
:18:48
Didn't you say that
communists Iove the peopIe?

:18:54
Mario, don't make me annoyed!

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