Habana Blues
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So what? He's painting
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-what peopIe buy.
-Such extremes...

:58:03
I think peopIe
should live as they please.

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That's impossible
in this country.

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An artist needs a pubIic.
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-How wouId you know?
-Business is business.

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Pure art is dead.
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No, it should be kiIIed.
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Let's drink to that.
:58:18
No way.
l won't drink to that.

:58:21
l've been putting up with
his poetry nonsense for 14 years.

:58:25
He never asks his aunt in New York
for medicine or shoes or money.

:58:30
He asks for books and magazines.
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And now that he's finalIy writing
something good,

:58:36
we can't throw it aIl away.
No way, guys.

:58:38
You'Il keep being
my cursed poet

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and pay no attention to these
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capitalist scumbags.
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-You hear me, darling?
-Yes, dear.

:58:46
l don't care if I have
onIy one pair of shoes

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or if I have to wait in Iine
for hours

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to buy a coupIe eggs and bread.
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I'll be a hooker if I have to.
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Hey, wait.
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An erudite hooker, of course.
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But you promise to be a pure artist,
the purest in the worId.

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-Right, my love?
-Yes, dear.

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My Mariana GrajaIes
of the cursed poets.

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MyJoan of Arc
of misunderstood verse.

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The pure artist
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Iives on!
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Let's drink to that.
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To the pure artist.

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