1:14:10
(Don Rodrigo)
How lovely, Adelaida!
1:14:12
The passing of man will never soil
this magnificent painting.
1:14:18
Thesky,
the woods in silence...
1:14:21
the clouds, the blue sea.
1:14:24
Thesea, Adelaida.
1:14:26
The friend of our childhood
and our courtship...
1:14:30
is the only thing
I can see well now.
1:14:34
My blindness only lets me see
large things.
1:14:39
To think how well I could tell
rogues from honest people before.
1:14:44
But to get back to the children,
I repeat that they're angels.
1:14:50
To see them, be with them,
and notlove them is impossible.
1:14:55
They've brought a great sense of joy
into my life...
1:14:59
but you know how I am.
1:15:01
I turn merriment into sadness
very quickly...
1:15:07
hounded as I am at all hours
by terrible thoughts.
1:15:13
So, Adelaida...
1:15:15
here I am, floundering
amidst the swell of doubt.
1:15:21
Oh, Adelaida!
1:15:23
If only you were here
to pacify me.
1:15:27
I miss you so much...
1:15:30
and how I long for us to walk
together again along the cliffs...
1:15:36
and watch as the sun sinks
into the sea...
1:15:39
and the stars
gradually appear.
1:15:43
Old age, if it's of any use...
1:15:46
is to contemplate reality
as it really is...
1:15:51
and my only reality
was you.
1:15:55
Well, you have
to excuse me now.
1:15:59
I've been invited to a banquet,
by Carmelillo, the priest.