Postino, Il
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:04:00
I kept quiet.
:04:03
And he?
:04:05
- What eIse did he say?
- No, what did he do?

:04:09
Your postman, as weII as a mouth,
has two hands!

:04:14
He never touched me.
:04:16
He said he was happy
to be next to a pure young woman.

:04:21
Like being on the shores
of the white ocean.

:04:25
I Iike it--
:04:27
I Iike it when you're siIent...
:04:30
because it's as though
you're absent.

:04:34
And you?
:04:37
And he?
:04:40
He Iooked at me, too,
then he stopped Iooking at my eyes...

:04:44
and began to Iook at my hair...
:04:47
without a word,
as though he were thinking.

:04:51
Enough, my chiId!
:04:52
When a man starts
to touch you with words...

:04:55
he's not far off with his hands.
:05:00
There's nothing wrong with words.
:05:03
Words are the worst things ever.
:05:07
I'd prefer a drunkard
at the bar touching your bum...

:05:12
to someone who says,
''Your smiIe fIies Iike a butterfIy''!

:05:16
It ''spreads'' Iike a butterfIy!
:05:19
FIies, spreads,
it's the same thing!

:05:22
Just Iook at you!
:05:25
One stroke of his finger,
and you're on your back.

:05:29
You're wrong.
He's a decent person.

:05:32
When it comes to bed,
there's no difference...

:05:35
between a poet, a priest
or even a communist!

:05:41
''Naked...
:05:43
you are as simpIe
as one of your hands...

:05:46
smooth, terrestriaI, tiny...
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round, transparent.
:05:52
You have moon-Iines, appIe paths.
:05:55
Naked, you are as thin
as bare wheat.


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