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It's always like that,
For you, the first time?

Emilie ... it's a beautiful country.

- You have a nice first name.
- My name is not Emilie.

My name is Odile.
I don't really like this first name.

- I bought these sheets in flea market.
- In Alsace?

It's charming, Odile. It's round,
Clear, simple, absolutely you.

You don't like yourself?

You like questions because you
Don't know how to guess the answers?

My name is Emilie,
I find this name bulky.

How important, the first name?

And these sheets go to your skin.

I'll tell you a lie,
A real, shameful. Do you want?

I didn't like my apartment

And I loved a girl
who didn't like his.

We were prospecting in search of that
that we would take together.

One day, a miracle! I visit
The more than perfect apartment,

The apartment she dreamed of.

I am solvent,
I am the 1st on the list,

I do not displease
to the agency's daughter.

She did her job well.

At the time,
I would not have sworn it.

I take notes,
I'm leaving last,

She patiently awaits me, and I ...

We don't leave.

We remain making love
Very pleasantly.

In the evening, my friend is waiting for me.

I describe the apartment
with nostalgia.

It's hopeless,
I am the last on the list.

The last of the last.

- She regrets, me too.
- Liar.

She consoles me, keeps confidence.
"The important thing is that it exists."

I thought
Exactly the same thing.

We each stayed at home

Because I was going
less and less at home.

It is an awful story.
Thank you very much.

Sheets are
to your grandmother?

To my great-grandmother, small.

My grandmother was already sleeping
in polyester.

You are not cold, small?

I'm never cold.

How do we do it now?
Help me.

It's the first time
that I bring someone at home.

I always go to others,
And I leave when you don't expect it.

- I get dressed very quickly.
- Even the stockings?

I prepare,
A kiss and it's over.

As if nothing had happened.

How do you feel
On the stairs?

Help me get you.

You can pretend to sleep,
This is the childish way.

Or have to get up very early tomorrow,
It’s responsible.

Or you go to the bathroom,

You make a lot of water flow,
American fashion.

Or you pass an old bathrobe.
"A decal, a herbal tea?"

It makes comrade.

I recommend it for others.
I don't go.

Me, Louis, I live with you
From tonight.

- I won't leave you.
- For what ?

Look for, I don't answer
than yes or no.

- Is it a bet?
- Oh there, yes.

- With whom ?
- I can't answer.

- With me?
- Yes.

I don't like to lose
And I don't like to be sure of winning.

- You're not sure to win.
- Response refused. And the stake?

Yes or no.

Candy.
So you might as well settle.

It's a habit
to move in that

with whom you make love
For the first time?

No.

Several friends shelter me in turn
role. I can't sleep alone.

- Are you afraid?
- Cold.

What a horror you have your feet
frozen. Run to find them.

Liar.

They are nice.

They have other favorite men,
more awarded.

- I complicate their life a little.
- So little.

- They know each other?
- I don't believe.

They make me do
knowledge.

I like to be invited
At the start or at the end of the holidays,

To help open the house,
close it

When they meet
Between them, sisters, cousins.

I listen to them, they forget me.

I approach very slowly,
And they are silent.

To show you
that you are unwelcome?

Yes.

Evil.

- Your questions are mean.
- It's true.

SO ?

One afternoon, I was reading.

In fact, I was not reading.
I imagine them under the trees.

- If I look, I see them.
- Do you do it?

Of course not.

Suddenly,
I hear scratching on my door.

A scratch
extremely attractive.

The door opens,

She enters like a princess,

naked from head to toe.

She sticks to my thigh,
Most of my belongings.

I look at the vein
who beats at his temple,

the hollow of the nape,
belly bulge,

Feet on cold tiles.
It is hot like the garden.

Was he your friend?

Neither my friend nor my friend's friend,

But the daughter of the friend
of my friend.

I put my hand on his shoulder,
And this time, we chatted.

I told you? She was 5 years old.

2 years later, I found it,
It was too late, she snubbed me.

I could love them together
In infinity, one after the other,

through the other, thanks to the other.

I just would like me
Take with them, do you understand?

Yes.

I am all alone,
And I can't share.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

I've been knowing it for a long time.

If we told each other
Missed stories?

To reassure yourself?

Begin.

One morning, a hotel at sea ...

Where everything is blue:
Heaven, mood, bed.

The impression of putting the feet
in foam without having to get up.

My 1st beautiful hotel
With a beautiful lover.

- I wake up in a novel.
- What genre?

A novel to read at the beach
By snicising hypocritically.

Be the heroine of a bad novel.

You cut me off.
Apply me after a point.

It was like a novel,
And I wanted it to last.

So I ask to stay
One day again.

Impossible.
We had to return to Paris.

So we came back

And I understood that I was not
The one for whom we make a madness.

Afterwards, I could no longer accept
What he offered me.

It attracted me, like an alms
or a gift received by mistake.

Are these "do you want?"
who killed me at the end.

- He too, is he dead?
- He didn't tell me.

The poor who is dying
To guess how you like it,

And you, stopped, closed as
An oyster. Did you do it, your pearl?

She radiates, all round,
of your misfortune and his?

Are you rich with that? Watch.

It seems quite discreet to me.

It's empty.

I promised myself not to put anything
which would symbolize an attachment.

So it's empty.

You have thick hair.

You take up all the space.

You are hard.
It was a real secret.

I also promised myself
to tell it never.

You often do, wishes
of mutism? No chastity?

No, I don't ask you.

The first time I have lived
With a man,

I had sworn to hang myself for my
20 years if I was not happy,

to a kitchen beam.
I had repainted the ceiling in blue.

You are not doing your age ...

- He sent me back before my 20th birthday.
- It facilitates your life.

I hadn't thought
be able to leave him.

- And now, would you know?
- I don't know.

Not knowing how to finish the stories,
You don't start them.

- A little.
- I'll teach you.

I don't start
Because they always end.

I only want stories
that do not end.

- Will you teach me?
- I wouldn't go.

Women do not make me
never advances.

- And me, then?
- I didn't have time to see.

You undress in a flash
And you say: "What are we doing?"

You don't make any advances, you are
Very early. It's different.

Darling, we do
A small dinner?

You prefer that, maybe?

I have a friend
Who spent 8 days like that.

"How do you like your coffee?
1 sugar, 2 sugars, no sugar? "

She had a little heavy breasts,
It was annoying him that he noticed it.

You are not the genre to deceive
On the goods, right?

Yes.

You acted very well, my child.
In my turn.

I'll tell you a trip
where I trained a young woman

who was not my friend.
It was winter.

Deserted roads ...

Each their room.
In the evening, not a kiss.

- And during the day?
- She was moving,

White of cold in his ballerinas.
- She had frozen feet?

- Never a complaint.
- And you ?

I had filled shoes.
One evening, we hit.

She is her.

There is a funny type
Next to his room.

You offer him the second bed of the
bedroom. Man of the situation,

But who does not abuse it. You
Under the point of the bathroom.

- There was none.
- You undress.

- I couldn't.
- Oh !

I slept with an old sweater
and a ridiculous underpants.

- She would have made them remove them.
- She was nestled in the bed,

the air of not touching it.
I slept at the end of the corridor.

The neighboring villain
Do you have miseries?

I heard nothing.

I'm ashamed for you.

The poor! In his most beautiful
shirt, pompked,

Who comes to you, and are you going?
It's pathetic.

She showed her desire,
But she kept her dignity.

It's my story,
It's you who tell.

So it's missed.

I like failed stories,
It's beautiful every time.

Do you often miss the first time?

Not just the first time.

Is it missing because it is not going?
Or because it happens like that?

You are pathetic.

Tell. How did it go
For you the first time?

By the way.

By passing in the kind of city
where everyone knows each other.

I was the news.

I quickly spotted the star boy.
Nice, beautiful, stupid, well rolled.

He was crazy in love with his car.
A small red, short on legs,

with round headlights.
- Do you like pretty cars?

No. Neither do ugly
It's clinging to me.

I prefer the bicycle.

- Emilie, you are a clearance.
- It's magnificent, the bicycle.

Your body unfolds,
Your thighs harden.

And your sex, breathtaking,
which marries the narrowness of the saddle,

who responds to each surprise of the ground.

There is no bike
Among your friends' friends?

Men love
Women by bicycle.

Continue. I adore
When you touch my hair.

- And after the bicycle?
- There was the shower.

Hang out in the bath.

You want to be clean everywhere,
Recovered thoroughly.

The hand shower,
It's hot, it's tingling.

You are looking for something,
something else,

And you stay with your sex
little girl,

All swollen, sore, dissatisfied.

Like that, like that?

Was it, with the boy?

He was with a boyfriend,

He invites us to have a coffee,
Parents are absent.

The apartment,
I will remember my whole life.

Excruciating conventional.

The friend, barely entered:
"I have a race to do." He goes out.

The other undertakes
to undertake me. Nightmare.

My garter belt held
With a sight.

I kept my reputation.

I discovered my talents
of simulator.

Flexible, sensual, passionate,
a hand tense on my garter

A riveted eye on the second hand,
the other on the ceiling,

Imploring God that it ends
Before the boyfriend returned.

Of course, he did not return.

I was disgusted with guys who have
Watch them during love.

For a while.

At school, when we were talking about ass,

I said to myself, it will be different.
I was right, it was worse.

I had waited for years, and he
There remains a fixette on a pin.

My poor, poor darling.

It's sublime
When it comes by surprise,

When the body explodes
knows the unimaginable.

You're very lyrical.
How was she?

So strong that she pulled me from a dream.
I woke up to enjoy.

- Are you jealous?
- Yes.

I was hoping that the dream would come back.

I concentrated
On the memory of the miracle.

And then, finished the dream. Like everything
The world, I had to put my hands there.

- Do you like the apartment?
- I don't know, I didn't visit.

- Have you seen the agency's daughter?
- Yes.

- Did you really like it?
- Yes.

She watched me at the window.

I had the name of the street, a number.
I looked up: she was there.

It was each time elsewhere.
She had several keys.

We camped.

We were looking for traces.

Loved
In these rooms?

I didn't know anything about her
Except that she was cheerful.

I didn't have time
to get used to a hairstyle.

It was summer.
The girls are changing, summer.

It was when she was naked
that I recognized her.

Has its smell,
to the lukewarmness of his skin.

Don't touch me.

At night, she opened the lighters.

The cold wind swelled his shirt,
and her hardened breasts.

She was leaning on the railings,
And we made love in the street.

- Then you left?
- Yes.

Once,
I broke it on a motorcycle.

She hugged me
as close as possible.

She met her hands under
My jacket, letting your skirt fly.

I felt the heat of the ground
Go up between her open thighs.

And you left?

Not even.
One day, she called me more.

I visited a house with the man
who had to live with me.

We had really thought about it,
We even bought the curtains.

And 8 days later,
He settled there with his wife.

- Did you have the curtains?
- Oh. No.

There were 30 km of hems.

Nothing but bay windows
with a panorama.

I hate panoramas.
It's vulgar.

- Have you ever had a motorcycle lover?
- No.

You never made love at night
At the window with strangers?

No.

You never had fun
under sheets?

No.

I looked at my cousins
in the big bed.

I slept in the child's bed.
My feet exceeded.

The bed was not too small,
But my feet were too large.

It hasn't changed.

- Why didn't you bandaged them?
- But I wanted to bandage them.

The cousins had confiscated
Sauge pins.

To caress yourself.

Hold ! Openly?

- Open?
- Closed!

And you didn't want
to join the cousins?

- To play the nurse?
- No.

They found me uninteresting.
They said:

"If we were boys,
Emilie wouldn't please us. "

- And did you believe them?
- Yes.

The next summer,
I was playing at the post.

- Not at the seamstress?
- No.

- Do you find it weird, post?
- No, that's fine.

It looked good.

Didn't you have cousins?

Yes, I had. I was busy
to watch at the balcony.

"Here they are!" Cons.

The connes.

It was for them that they came.

I don't regret.
I hate being touched.

- Do you still see your cousins?
- No.

They took over the company
O uncles, each 3 children.

In all, they have 30 workers.

And it doesn't laugh,
Even when they make the cash register.

Do you dream, the cousins?

Imagine: a Christmas Eve.

The husbands a little dropped
But satisfied.

Lamé dresses, pumps,
astitic children,

Silvering too.

And me, nostalgic:
"Hey, cousins?

"You are still playing,
to the sindergartens? "

If I was going to see them again?
Would you like to see them?

You will not see them!

You, I saw you.

And what were you dreaming of?

To that.

But stop watching,
It's not your age!

You could ask me.

Emilie, can I
caress you?

GOOD. Can I talk to you?

Do you like words during love?

Do you like to speak?
Do you like to hear?

You don't answer.
Can't find your words anymore?

I could say that I take you.
It's a simple, sober word. How are you ?

I lock you.

I liked to suck your sex.

I could say to you: "Suck me"?

Suck your lips for me.

And there, tell me ...

Do you like caressing my buttocks?

Not only.

Do you like my ass?

Do you want my ass?

You will have it.

Are you going?

Well no. I take a bath.

Don't look at me like that.
It's only your bathtub.

Come.

But you're right.

And why is everything in the middle?

I dropped the walls,
I did not touch the pipes.

I installed that anyway.

This is for the days
where I hate myself.

And that is for the days
Where I am pitiful.

And for the days between the two?

I don't know. I turn on the light.

What about the night?

Come.

I have already taken baths
After love,

I have already made love
in a bathtub, etc.

- Anyway !
- And then, I'm tired ...

What do you want me to do with that?

Talk to him gently,
He doesn't see anything anymore.

Finally, he doesn't need
to see me washing. Come on !

- My hands are a little rough?
- Si. Calleuses.

- Why don't you say it?
- It is not said the 1st time.

I tell you. Tonight you have
A very soft skin.

- Am I your type of woman?
- Possible.

- How am I?
- I don't know you.

You know if I look like
To the women you loved.

You don't look like them.

Finally if, anyway.

- Did you expect me?
- We are still waiting.

But you didn't expect me.

Finally, you confused me
With others that looked like me.

So I am your type of woman.
It is discouraging of banality.

I love girls
that I like little,

sexy girls who have
No charm and who believe it.

They move me
Because they don't have them.

And those who are bad in their skin
And who make the friends.

I find them charm,
Because they don't have them and know it.

I don't believe myself a lot
Charming, just a little.

Beware, it will overflow.

- So I don't like it.
- I just told you that if.

Yes.
After explaining to me the opposite.

Okay, okay. You don't like it.
What about you?

I don't know, I don't have
still found. So it's not you.

And the last one you liked,
What has become of?

I left him.

You multiply the ruptures.

Why do you say that ?

I'm at your 4th.
Love stories that love each other,

break, regret, seek
And find themselves too late, I love it!

It's a story
which should happen to you.

They were not really ruptures,
We were not linked.

- Where are you going?
- I come back.

Secondly,
If I feel linked,

It only engages me,
Since I don't talk about it.

- Would you like to talk about it?
- No. Except maybe you.

- You laugh at me.
- Surely not.

Tell me about your old lovers,
I like that.

In order not to break, just don't
Not to say that this is the last time.

It's too early to regret.
Afterwards, too late to catch up.

Do you understand?

- You never pee in the bath?
- Yes. The days when you're not there.

- Give me an example.
- Will you not be in bad faith?

The last time,
I had no desire.

Getting more needed,
of the trouble to do it without desire.

And the trouble not being able to
Console its possible disappointment.

He did not guessed anything.

For me, it was an observation
definitive farewell, therefore complicated.

Final and complicated.
You had to have fun.

A little bit, for the principle.
At least that he leaves happy.

And you, happy with you.

I am disappointed, every time.

I give myself a rupture gift.

No break, no gift.
Strictly speaking, a consolation batch.

- You, for example?
- For example.

Do not like it.

You put me where,
In the balance sheet of your moods?

Debit or credit?
Where is your account book?

In the office drawer. Left.

Ah. I'm happy to have guessed.

You sort, you settle,
You note, you classes.

It helps me understand.

But why
Do you want to understand everything?

You can't accept
not to understand?

I agree not to understand
Why are you still there.

If I were the like a pinch
I would say

that you answer next to it.

I prefer to think
that I don't understand you.

I am the type
that doesn't understand you.

This is the first time.

This is the last time.

It's always the last time.

Now it's the last time
of my 1st time.

I don't have my glasses.

Me neither,
But I see you anyway.

Even if it was the last time,

It's not the first time we
Arrives, an adventure of a night.

You want us to do
A drama of the rupture?

Where do we reconcile?

Without switching to debauchery.

Try to be
A little less clumsy.

Do you wipe me?
I liked it, little.

- How was you?
- Serious.

I was making myself useful to girls.
They copied me on it.

I accompanied them,
I was carrying their satchel.

- I liked to come back alone.
- Oh. How we change!

You know we change.
At school,

girls and boys
Do not mix.

What you say! You told me
that you had no friends.

Not so much.

Not right now.

I was pretending. It was necessary
All the time pretend.

I listened to the others, but it was
To be near the radiator.

They were telling each other.

There was one who came
to discover your little button.

It was America!
No. Cite me an inventor.

Christophe Columbus.

- He discovered, he did not invent.
- The little one too.

- She thought she had invented him.
- She was wrong.

- You, you had already explored it.
- No. But I had read.

- Did you read in secret?
- No need, I wasn't seen.

Behind a sofa, a turnstile
from station, a bookstore counter ...

His hands, softly,
Under the linen waved.

She tasted an exclusive joy
who tears his heart.

I understood why Céline ...
She was my girlfriend.

- More now?
- No.

... adored the smooth rope.

She climbed,
the rope between the thighs,

And up there, it hovered, in ecstasy.

The teacher was shaking the rope:

"But finally, Céline,
Are you going to come back down! "

I remember a Céline.
We were really in love.

Too much in love to talk to each other.

One day, she relies next
From me, against the gate of the school.

We look at the sidewalk
in the falling day.

Everything I find
to say, it is:

"At what time spends
The trash truck? "

Are you interested, the garbage cans?

Because here, there is room for two,
But no vacuum.

Here, this one is dry.

Sitting like that,
We see your panties.

Finally, we would "see" your panties.
Among the Bertrand, we saw it.

Your panties tonight,
I can describe it to you.

Ivory, with small flowers
in dotted, fairly outsourced.

And quite high.

No elastic on the sides.

Carved in the bias. I have good?

Obsessed !

But you put it under the nose.

It's nice. You don't do it
Not on purpose, you alone know it.

Can I look?

I'm sure during the day,
Your favorites are white.

You have to feel protected.

I put what I like
When I like it.

And if I were you,
I wouldn't look there.

For what ? I could have rummaged
When you slept.

You wouldn't do that.

It is not done. I promise you
What if. I will tell you.

- SO ?
- It's no.

Is that your private life?
Keep hunting?

Resentful
Because you are upset?

In principle?
Give me a reason.

No.

And if it was very important
For me to open it?

- If I open it, do you throw me?
- No.

And if I answer you yes, it is
laziness or passion?

This is my risk.
Yours is very small.

I found your garter belt
Really refined.

Pure cotton, pink color,

Not really tall,
Not really small either.

Modest?
Not really. Hi.

Emilie, put your glasses!
What will remain to children?

It suits you well,
to be a school teacher.

Also
Find that it suits you well.

Above all
When they leave school.

I didn't like school
And I stayed there.

I write in chalk. I am the only one
to wear a blouse.

Weird to be faithful
To what we did not like.

- But you went to the other side.
- It seems, yes.

I go there again
To watch and learn.

Have you stuck the curtain?

I like it when it's smooth.

But you don't like to go back.
No logic in pleasure.

Me too, I can put
Hand in your panties.

It is done.

I don't put my hand in
Your panties, I guess you through.

My finger follows the elastic.

Where he bites the skin.

I go down ...

The birth of the thigh,
Where the skin becomes more tender.

I touch your sex.

Bombed, prisoner of the fabric.

Do you feel?

My finger caresses your lips.

Moon...

Then the other.

They move away.

Don't touch me.

What's going on?
Don't you feel protected?

I like your panties
Because it's a barrier.

So what you give me
is even more precious.

You give it to me or you leave me
take it? Do you like I explore?

Or you don't have yet
reflect on the question.

You have a tight throat.
Yes I know...

"Bastard, sadistic ..."

You enjoy it
To answer my place.

It's hard to hide,
A desire ...

of man.

- I entered Polytechnique ...
- Liar.

On the occasion of the annual ball,
Hired by the Lycée Journal.

I was 1st in math,
medium in French.

I subscribe to a course
Hoping that it would seduce one.

Calculator ...

I summarize you. The rhythm,

The shift of the feet.

I could make you love
One day, like that,

By simply spreading your panties?

The professor puts himself in position.

It was not my type,
But she was a woman.

Horror, I'm starting to bandage.

I dodge, I am sworn ...

Unable to take advantage, to calculate.

- and above all to consent.
- She who gives me blows:

"Push with the basin,
Young man, the pool! "

We get back to bed, darling?
I sleep.

- And children?
- What, children?

Well, we didn't talk about children.

- I look at if you feel the baby.
- You sniff ...

There is no indecency
In a woman who breastfeeds.

It's natural, innocent,
not at all erotic.

Of the general opinion.

I find it exciting.
You don't mind?

Have you ever seen a hospital?

Well tidy pregnant women,
Their belly at the mercy of all.

It's been too beautiful.

- I will be custody.
- At the door, we hit,

we enter
Without letting yourself say "enter".

"How are we?
Did we sleep well? "

As if it were you, the baby.
It is derogatory.

- You will have a special stable.
- It will be paradise.

What did you say?

I said nothing.
I just thought of something.

Well, say it.

Birth, stable,
crèche, paradise ...

I take myself
For the Virgin?

I wouldn't say it like that.

Because I believe myself
Not done like the others.

- But you're right, you're not.
- Yes. I know, thank you.

- Our babies will be exceptional?
- Yes.

You're like the others.

You really did
To be a dad. Finally...

For tonight, it will be like that.

Will she look like you?

No. It was you who looked like him
When you're a baby.

I will recognize you without
Having known you. Do you have photos?

Too late.

Next time,
You will make us a boy.

She can't wait to see her grow.

I think I will confuse you.

The one who will pass near me,
I will not know which one will be.

I'm afraid of being disturbed.

Classic.
You will be satisfied with his friends.

I will have nostalgia
kindergarten.

Grids that opened
And she was running in my arms.

If I go and take it in high school,
Will she still run towards me?

You tell the stories well.

She will not.

A little kiss in the morning,
A smile from time to time.

She stays at the window for a long time,
She is waiting.

What is she looking at?

It depends. From here, the street.

The lives behind the little ones
Squares of light.

She tells herself that she too
lives in a small square,

that she does not know her life.

Then she looks at the garden, which has become
Small since she was tall.

- She looks at the boys?
- Constantly.

She wonders if we can watch
with more intensity.

But they don't see
that she wants to join them.

Why doesn't she ask?

If they do not guess,
They don't have enough desire.

When she meets them,
Not even a smile.

"Do they live in the neighborhood?
Ah good ? I hadn't noticed. "

She goes out anyway,
You reassure me.

She goes down to the haberdashery
Buy a pair of stockings.

His grandmother offered him
A garter belt

Because she hates tights.
It tightens, it cuts sex.

She wants to keep naked
the top of his thighs.

Feel the cold on your skin.

Is that why socks?

There are not fifty solutions.

But here ... at Grandmère,
Imagile holidays,

In the motionless house,
in the summer motionless,

She moves.

She's going to the ice
To put on your stockings.

Watch.

Light up.

Do you think she's moved?
What will she caress?

Surely not.

I don't remember
If I was pretty.

I had to have pretty breasts.

All 13 year old girls
have pretty breasts.

I didn't watch them.

No one looked at them.

One evening, in the bathroom,
I looked at my cock.

And I started to bandage.

I was 9 years old.

Every evening,
Watching it, it made me bandage.

- For anyone.
- Poor baby.

And if I open the door
And that I surprise him, ours?

All steep, proud and lost,
What am I doing?

You go on tiptoe.

You will not become
A terrible mother!

Finished, time to cajolate her sex
With impunity because he's your baby.

You will not know how to wonder
Hours in front of the mirror.

Sometimes she is crying.

And she looks at herself

To try to understand.

It's sad, not to have
the right to console.

It is because we will be old.

They will be, the more you or me.

- Everyone for themselves, then?
- "Everyone for yourself."

Do you lend me your sweater?

Thank you for the toothbrush,
But don't you have anything more covering?

In the bathroom cabinet.
You see which one?

There are old tracksuits.
I buy them too large.

You have aged.

- You hear you more very well.
- There is no one in the building.

And me?

1: Prohibition to listen
Music too strong.

2: Prohibition to listen
10 times the same song.

To listen to music
In the middle of the night if the other sleeps.

To read in bed.

To eat in bed.

From dinner to restaurants.
Too sad.

Couples who do not
What to comment on the dishes ...

Because we are going to argue?

Discuss, growled,
gnagnasser ...

That's later.
Here, I forgot my drops.

Don't take that, it's too heavy.

She is more tender at home.

- You have parsley between your teeth.
- Are we not going to age like that?

So I don't stay.

I stay
To do like everyone else.

In the evening, see the lockled couples
In their cars, it tempts me.

Ban from having
Fear by car, heartache ...

Ban on having moods.

"Moods":
Bile, Atrabile, Flegme, Blood ...

You will have to be
to my smells.

Do I have a smell?

Forgive me,
Saint Emilie, but yes.

And even when you make love,
Your mouth has a particular smell.

Good...

If it was unpleasant,
I would have you.

I can't trust you.

Maso ...

And in addition, I even have more
the right to be a louse.

- If.
- To be a louse, on purpose.

But that,
You can't blame me.

Yes. I'm not maso.

I thought about it. Me neither.

No. I won't get there.

It's too hard.

Do you want to stay alone?

You stay because you don't have
The courage to come back?

You no longer have the courage
to send me back?

You want me to help you ...

to make me stay?

What is the program?

A: send Louis who was not
Not all the unpleasant time.

B: Keep Louis,
But there will be inconvenience.

C: Do not want to choose,
Or better, not being able to choose.

I'm going to attach you.

- Finally, tutoring yourself.
- What?

"Tutory."
In the horticultural sense, of course.

Put a tutor,
professional work.

I am a nurseryman.

The serene despair of the old
couples, it threatens. It threatens.

Describe me
An image outside, full day.

- You're going to laugh.
- It's not sure.

I walk naked in a meadow,
at the edge of a wood.

I hold a naked woman by the hand,
and a child.

Two, three.

- I didn't laugh.
- You should have.

High grass
to the thighs.

The grass is dry.
She cries, she claws a little.

No. She is very green.
She frills.

If I think about it, it's exciting.

- What else?
- A lapping.

Water in very small.

A puddle sucked up by the sand,
A dike licked by the surf.

Even a pond for oxen,
A black water hole in winter,

With bare trees
which are reflected in it.

There is a pond, where I work.

Children can play
safe.

No. There is always danger.

Yes.

It's better.

It reassures you, to seduce?

Before, yes.
Now, more at all. And you ?

It's good, a man in love.
To please is pleasant.

We don't keep this pleasure for ourselves
all alone. It would be mean.

It's more fun for two.

And why not three?

I don't know how to settle
3 -sided mirrors.

And I am not
A man in love.

I'm not sure
To love that you love me.

But I like

Let you caress my hair.

My neighbor is red. I meet her
sometimes in the street.

Not often enough.

Cross a woman's gaze
Who comes to you ...

It's true, you don't see it.

Neither do you. What is
Are you looking first?

I am
The curiosity to meet.

- The truth is very naked.
- You see evil everywhere.

Too late to scroll,
As soon as I captured his gaze ...

Is that how we say?

... at the airport,
While waiting to embark.

Not a word, I don't know anything about her.

She is alone.

On the plane, the blinds
are lowered, people sleep.

I want to talk to her.
I sit next to her.

We still don't talk.

I'm going to kiss her.

How ?

More.

No more.

And on arrival?

There is my wife and daughter ...
Is the elder a girl?

... that await me.

I am incredibly happy
to find yourself. Do you remember?

- And the passenger?
- She passes.

It is a tiny tearing,
Exquisite pain.

Everything is fine.
I missed you so much.

And if you,
Was you waiting for me with the little one?

The man who kissed me
On the plane, I can see it anymore.

Emilie, please ...

It was so soft
You just have a little mistaken.

She is huge,
Seen like that, the wardrobe.

- You opened it at the first time.
- I shouldn't have?

It is a secret lock.
I don't open it as it should.

I had the same in my room.

A little large for the HLM standard,
So we had to sell it.

It's a sign
that you bought it.

But you had hidden it well,
Your family.

Grandfather?

Papi? Pépé?

Great-pea.

Renoir, Auguste.

Ah well. He didn't miss it,
His candle is a candidate, say therefore.

And your grandmother?

I couldn't. It was so long
that I aged next to her.

I helped mine
to cut the Dahlias.

She was doing it
higher than me.

Now I'm trying bigger.

This summer, I have big
like cabbage.

- Is the nursery for you?
- To me and at Crédit Agricole.

I would like to visit it.

So that. If I expected it!

But immediately, my darling.
As soon as I visited my wardrobe.

Really important things,
I wrote them on a small paper.

I took out the ankle,

I studied paper,

I put the ankle back.

Tell me an important thing.

I like Dominique.

I watched her, at night,
She watched me.

She lived in a gray house,
With a glass door.

She was standing at the bottom of the corridor,
Stop, light on.

And one night she did it.

She lifted her nightgown
And showed me her breasts.

You saw the rest, too.

There is nothing left.

The door was only halved,
revealing half of the mystery.

A breast, I saw it written
like a village name.

Saint-Martin, Saint-Jacques ...
It was sacred like the cat.

The mystery remained whole
Around the hole.

The Boucher's son said:
"There are 2 ways to make love.

"In front. Behind."

It was still very hermetic.

The other battery, first.

This is where I was tidying up
My favorite actress.

An American in a panther jersey.

But my mother burned her.

It spoke enough, but not enough.

The 1st time,
I did like in the cinema.

The lips that do not take off,
The bodies that rub.

She was more wedged in theory,
not in practice.

She was not happy with me.

- Finally, I learned about the heap.
- In the blow.

So. Say that now,
You are crumbling under the images.

And not half measures.

Do you mean porn completely?

Yes. And I can't help
to find them beautiful.

I hear your beating belly.

Come and sleep with me.
I promise, I will not bother you.

Were you looking for me?

I dreamed
that you watched me sleep.

What are you doing ?

I practice
to cross the apartment.

To get out of your room
Without waking up.

So tell me good night.

When I got home or leaving?

You said you didn't go.

I will always be there, but I can
from time to time.

NOW ?

I keep a little night for me.
And you sleep, I don't miss you.

Why are you having fun
to hurt me?

The time is no longer to have fun,
But to cry. I scratched you?

You are badly installed. Nothing forces you
to attach discomfort to cruelty.

What's going on?

What are you going to tell them,
to the ghosts?

Those of your life before who have
never knew that you had left them?

Sit, like everyone else.

That you are not free tonight,
that they recall?

You're going to say you're leaving
in cooperation?

You had to practice letters
breaking. Sufficient humor

and discreet emotion
To leave a nice memory.

That's it, yes.

And are you going to do it?

- Yes.
- For what ?

In my opinion.

The large sharp knife
soaked in the inkwell.

Do you know how to cut the chickens?

And bite into a fishing without
Cap, and peel a pear.

But if you prefer to go out
Sopalin to mop up the damage ...

Why damage?
I hated a mess.

Thanks to what, I can invite myself.

I don't want you to bother
For me, but if it's for you ...

- You won't help me.
- If. Not to rush things.

To ensure my rear.

Why rush things,
Destroy what will wear out on its own?

Yes, why?

Patience. You like the bursts, me,
I don't want to leave traces.

You have your eyes that shine.

It suits you well.
Why are you hiding?

I know how to treat the flapped knees,

breathe when it burns
or to dry tears.

There are dangerous terrains,
My toddler.

Look where you put your feet.

If you were crying, I would take all
your tears, even the misleading.

Because it's not for me
that you cry.

You cry all the others,
The ones you lose.

Patience.

You will cry one day with another
By remembering me.

You are sweet, Emilie.
You will devour me like the others.

- those before.
- those before.

As you will devour those
that you will meet after me.

- You don't know me.
- You don't know yourself.

But you are like the others:
Gourmet.

You will remember
How cheerful was.

It was not cheerful.

You were suspicious,
You didn't want to abandon yourself.

With me, you are reassured.

You will return, surprised.

Start, unmask ...

You all go back.

So they told you.

They told me that before,
The next one.

- You too, you will tell me.
- No.

But you told me about the before,
You will tell me those after.

We have not taught you:

"Fountain, I will never drink
of your water "?

You will come there, sharing.

How would you do with your little
exploded heart, cornered with lies,

overwhelmed with injustice, because convinced
to have the right to love everything?

Stealthy kisses,
The time counted,

hazardous reunion,
unknown rooms,

And my not familiar,

my smell,

and that of bread
That I make you grill in the morning.

Are you going to accept it?

What should we do? Just enough
be jealous to stay suitable?

You showed your panties

to anyone tonight. I don't know
Not even what it does to me.

I hate myself.
I hate myself. I hate myself.

It's me that you're going to hate.

I know.
I understood that you will cheat on me,

that it will be cheerful with the news,
Gai to go out at night in secret.

So much the better, I don't like men
who cry. I like the undecided,

the elusive, the singles
to multiple partners.

I hate invaders.

I get up early tomorrow.
Coffee ? Herbal tea?

Hot milk with sugar
And a little rum. I'm going.

I go to bed. Leaving,
Don't wake up the whole house.

Did you leave?

Stop shaking.

You can very well not tremble.

I like to tremble. I have taken years
to get there. I will continue.

Bite me.

Save yourself.

My savage ...
My fragile ...

I want you to refuse nothing.

It is because the others have not
Do you want you to prefer me?

Yes.

I like that so much.

I'm hungry.

I'm going to take care of the snack.
It will be good.

Reheat the milk. Boiling,
But I hate the skin.

Will you bring it to me?

Should I get up?

I hear nothing!

You can't put
A little stronger?

It's ready!

Isn't that hot enough?

It takes me from time to time.

The last time was in
The street. Fortunately, it was raining.

- A long time ago ?
- I forgot.

I had just left a party
Ridiculous, stupid, detestable.

- A little disappointing, let's say.
- That's it, yes.

Sometimes I believe it.
I try to do everything,

Everything matches. I hold my finger
Towards the doorbell, and it's missed.

- Did you sound?
- No.

Guests were showing up.
I climbed upstairs,

And then ...
- You saved yourself.

I am not sociable.

This is a reason not to
impose it on society.

Bookway. Excuse me, continue.

I went back to the street.

I was walking on the cobblestones.

I said to myself: "Well done!
Damn, your shoes!

"Soaked!"

What stopped me was 2 tall
feet and a voice that said:

"Where are you going on your own
in this state? "

I was very smeared.
I answer my head in the heels:

"I come home."

He runs his arm around me,
He takes my bag, he says:

"I will accompany you."

He immediately found the keys.

He put music,

He washed me, dried, lying down.

He brought me a lime tree.
He bordered me.

And he said:
"I put the kitchen a little.

"To close,
I slam the door behind me? "

I answered yes,
And I fell asleep.

But it's quite me.

Are you sure it was not me?

What more
That I, except that he left?

He was dressed in black.

He was all black
From head to toe.

It can arrange.

And me,
Why did you go up?

Why did you get me back?

- You first.
- Again ?

I know.

I watched you question,
Speak little, listen to a lot.

Everyone answers you,
It's so interesting to interest.

And as I am interested,
You didn't ask for anything.

To you.

I watched you speak, a lot.

You speak gently, you make people laugh.

You answer wickedness.
The tooth hard, the lips soft ...

Do you know it suits you well?

- And that didn't go?
- If.

But to me, you didn't tell anything.
I wanted to see.

- Was it desire?
- curiosity.

- To know if we will have.
- Desire?

Yes.

I have an idea of an answer. I
say now or next time?

Equality.
We agree for a minute of silence.

What is desire for you?

It is when my body
curls up to be alone.

When my belly tenses
on the absence.

This absence fills my whole head,

absorbs all my strength.

It is to be full of a lack.

- But since I am here?
- Since you will leave.

Are you hold prisoner
inside me.

Keep your smell on my lips,

On my fingers.

To remain open,

Sliding, lukewarm.

Of me?

Yes. I believe.

What is it?

I think.

I chat with a academic.

You have the typical profile
of the academic.

Desire ...

Is that the desire?

But desire, it's prettier,
richer, more subtle.

I want to smoke. I don't smoke,
It is a metaphor.

The word "envy" is enough.

A woman, I want to know her ...

approach it, touch it ...

caress her, kiss her.

Stop.

Want her
to make him physical love.

When it's physical, it's pure.
Otherwise, it's less clear.

Stop.

- Take up.
- I resume.

It's a hard need
not to satisfy.

Too bad if it is not
with the one you want.

I am asked: "Do you want?"
And I answer:

"I would like."
So desire is to want.

I can answer: "I would like."
So wanting to love.

In Spanish, I love you it's:
"I want you."

We save time.

When you want, you want,
When you want, you love.

At least at the time of desire,
Unless desire happens suddenly.

Or what we like,
It is desire.

Imagine a woman there, very close.
An unknown.

Will I want to desire her?

No doubt, no doubt.

Points to specify but good
way of not dealing with the subject.

Not to treat it as
You were waiting for him. I am failed?

The beating heart.

Waiting for the unknown.

You have a young girl's heart.
My compliments.

Are you used to the old man who snores?

Stay curious,
It is essential, at your age.

You watch someone, maybe?

- I can't help but dream.
- Do you admit?

If I say, I betray you.
If I keep silent, I betray you.

You too dream of something else.

Frozen milk.

Objectively,
Our case is desperate.

No, doctor. Don't make me
a being condemned to experience reality.

When I feel empty, intimacy
Devinée, it keeps me alive.

- It happens to you, to feel dead?
- We will talk about it later.

- And you ?
- Yes.

It's too early
To talk about it now.

Silence.

Revable, resigned, embarrassed.

- Coward ?
- As you want.

I'm afraid. I don't know you.

It seems that I scare, sometimes.
It's funny, right?

- I scare you?
- I think well.

- Why hope for meetings?
- Because it's scary.

And it's so delicious
to be in love.

Me, it bothers me,
to be in love.

Me too.

I stay at the foot of the girl's bed,
And I want to cry.

It's great, that.
I contradict myself, I ...

You contradict you.

- I'm going to finish jealous.
- You have ideas.

- It will not last.
- So you might as well stop.

No. If it doesn't last,
It's not worth stopping.

That's always won.

We agree.
Are we changing conversation?

What are you planting?

Concerns, thoughts.
Very colorful, I will bring you.

He was going to fall.

I will put away tomorrow.

Oh, lady! Is that me,
I am hard in trouble.

At the turbine summer and winter.

Finally, cold on the feet,
warm in the heart.

- Is it pushing?
- Yes.

Not always as we would like,

But we have no bouquets
Without broken pots.

I don't find you funny at all.

Me neither.

You are not funny
every day.

Rather tragic.
Again, it's funny.

I don't like funny stories.

- You don't understand them.
- That's what I tell you.

But did you understand that
Wasn't it a funny story?

I leave you the choice:

lover, friend, husband.

At least the three, to start.

I did not ask for anything.

We should do
Things in order.

First we are lovers,
later we get married,

Then we stay friends.

We would play cards.

- What are you doing ?
- I play alone.

- Usually, there is the model.
- Well, there are none.

Let's stay lovers, if it reassures you.

To the friends who ask you:
"Always the same mistress?"

What do you answer?

I would like to change, but people
would not understand.

Change of pasture
Rejoices the oxen.

- I will not wait for you.
- I'm not going to settle elsewhere.

Emilie, she left.

- With whom ?
- She didn't say.

She wanted
chatting to the Louis,

But he had left too.

But were they promised?

Must believe
that they have changed their minds.

Good. I will apply myself.

With a little seniority,
I will make a deserving husband.

There is no merit in love.

There is no justice,
Because ask everything the same ...

- It's abuse of power.
- It's the chain.

You will see, we get attached.

Simple curiosity: we are married,
I'm leaving. Are you coming to look for me?

Certainly. To get along
Explain to me why.

Sigh of Louis.
It finds it incorrigible.

Sigh of Emilie.
She knows it is.

What does it represent?

It's old. A landscape.

Empty ?

I hope.
It's so agitated everywhere.

If you left,
I would wait for you at home,

In case it ends badly.

Have someone to deceive,
It's stronger.

It will make you more effect.

I come back to find you
As I left you.

"Here, that's Emilie. She's going to be
Glad, I watered her photo. "

So much the better for you, because me,
When I go, I can't come back.

No model,

no merit,

No false departure,
no hope of return,

And it has to last.
Well, we're not going to get bored!

All alone, I never get bored.

You can travel,
We have already talked about it.

Not far away, Emilie.
Without losing sight of you.

A gift from a friend.

Painter ? Gone?

There is something
that you should try.

It's to improvise
A little anger, modest,

Nothing dramatic
nor irreparable.

So that you can console me?

You couldn't refuse it to me.

And we reconcile
On the pillow?

My poor darling, you didn't invent anything.

You have already made me cry.
Now I'm busy.

I go beyond the measure.
Expliance, Bat me!

I'll shout, I'll make you pity you,
You will not be able to send me back.

You cheat.

Okay, I cheated.
Please...

Help me stay.

I calmly remove my glasses

And I go to bed.
- I will have tried everything.

However, you had your chances,
I am tired.

As everything is spoiled, I can
Admit it: I am very angry.

I would like to see you
Dry on foot.

I hope you are going to die
on your manure.

I dream of hurting you.

No. I dream more, it's done.

I know how to hurt you,
Even if you know how to hide it.

- I like to hurt you.
- And you feel avenged?

Why do you say "avenged"?
I never take revenge, even tired.

Why "hurt"?
It's not beautiful, as a dream.

I was going to leave, but I shouldn't
Let you have bad dreams.

Give you no harm, it is day.

Still, you look dark.

What about hospitality?

I want to be alone.

I want to walk.

I want a clearing with
A pine straight for the red trunk.

The bark cuts
are deep like flaws.

And the mosses, very high,

because I look at them
very closely.

My face is based against the tree.

I would like to tie my body
Around him.

I let myself slide on the ground
covered with needles,

Brown, humid, flexible.

Just a broken branch,

a stone,
To resist my belly.

The light is lukewarm, washed.

But my eyes are closed
and a taste of earth in the mouth.

I caress myself.

I have fun.

And when my hand leaves my cock,

She is hot,
Any row of fogging

like the one that goes out of the lips
When we speak in the cold.

The landscape in the distance
is soaked too

heat that rises
with the morning.

- I'm all alone and ...
- No !

No.

You want a meeting.

Tell.

I walk next to you in
A forest, we reach a clearing.

I don't know who you are.

You look at me.

I guess you guessed me.

You wait.

You press yourself against a tree.
I come against you.

You wear a full skirt.

I raise it to the waist.

I hold your size
in my two hands.

You keep your legs straight,

you spread them
To let my hand caress you.

You have your eyes closed.

You are defenseless.

You let me kiss your mouth
to earth taste.

You are wet like a source.

NOW,
If you want, I'll take you,

Lost me completely in you.
- Yes.

Say it.

I want you to stay with me.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

Say it.

I love you.

It's a start.

What will happen to us?

We sleep.

It happened to us.

- To say yes?
- Yes.

Well yes.

Come on ... we fall asleep.

Together.

Subtitling: Teletota