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I WISH YOU BEAUTIFUL DREAMS

They are kissing.

Do not look.

Are they engaged?

No idea.

Mom...

We have to get off. - True?

This is our stop.

Are we going for another round?

Yes.

I wish you beautiful dreams.

Mom Dad.

Massimo, come to your room. - We are there, we take care of the boy.

Where is mommy? - She does not feel well.

Stop him.

Massimo.

Daddy.

Come, Massimo. Come, otherwise you will still catch cold.

TURIN 1999

Let us not forget that the workers, those great Italian workers...

I want to see mom.

Your mom is in the hospital, with Daddy.

Then we go to the hospital.

Tomorrow.

Your father said tomorrow. - But today it is tomorrow.

You, in your warm bed

I, in the street in the cold

But that does not make me sad

Here, outside of your dreams

Vanishes the love

Everyone only thinks about himself

... five, four, three, two, one...

It's raining, but I do not care

The world around me collapses

And I die by love

I love life more than ever

Happy New Year.

Massimo, happy new year

Happy New Year. - Best wishes.

We did not want to wake you up. - Best wishes.

Why are you crying? - You too a happy new year, Massimo.

Good morning. - Hey.

What a beautiful roses. - They're for mom. She's in the hospital.

Shall we go?

Where to?

Let's go.

Massimo...

Come here.

Sit down.

Now your mama is your guardian angel.

For a while, she asked God to let her fly there...

to protect you better.

And God...

has answered her wish.

He has called her.

What did she ask?

Did she really ask?

Yes.

How does he know that? Mama has asked God.

I do not believe it. - Your mother is now in paradise.

She is happier there. - Then I want to go there too.

We do not decide that. - I want to see her.

When the time comes.

She does not leave without saying goodbye?

Stop.

Will we pray together for your mother?

Come.

Give her eternal rest, Lord.

Give her a short rest, Lord.

Let the eternal light shine upon her and may she rest in peace. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you...

Dearest mama, please, do not leave me alone, have pity.

May the eternal light shine upon you and keep your whole life close to me.

Stay with me, please do not leave me alone.

Stay with me

Dear

Please

Stay with me

do not leave me alone

Let me suffer

Let me go crazy

Let me be doomed

But say 'yes'

I would die for you

I live for you

Life of my life

I do not care about the past

I do not care who you've been with

Stay with me

With me

Learn now.

Please

Life of my life

I do not care about the past

I do not care who you've been with

Stay with me

With me

The newspaper.

Come.

Dear Massimo... - Sorry for your loss.

We are here for you.

Be brave.

Try to be strong. You are not the first, but not the last.

How so? My mom is not in it.

With time... - Mama is not there.

What are you saying?

Open that box, then we see it.

What are you saying?

Go get Massimo.

Start.

Come, this is the blessing. - I'm not going.

Come. - No.

Listen to us, Lord.

You who have promised paradise to repentant thieves...

Enough, stop.

... Father, for this deceased person, do not punish her...

for her actions in her earthly existence. For Christ, Our Lord.

Amen.

Mom. Wake up, mama.

Mama, wake up. Toe.

They take you. Mom.

Wake up. Forward. They take you.

Please stay with my son.

Come out, Mom.

They take you. Mom!

Come out.

Belfagor.

Belfagor, take me under your wing, help me and I will serve you my whole life.

Hey, Massimo.

Good morning Miss. - Good morning.

Sara, do you want to close the door.

The attendance list.

Baros? - Present.

Beltramo. - Absent.

Benedetto. - Present.

Bocca? - Yes.

Bongiovanni? - Yes.

Take another one. - I do not want.

Sin to throw them away.

Do you have a lot of homework? - I already finished.

Come.

Hurry up.

Wait a second.

Put it on, Torino.

The ball lands on the midfield and Agroppi comes with a hasty action...

that fails.

He dribbles, turns and passes the ball to Puia...

far outside the penalty area.

Back to Carrelli, to Ferrini and again to Carrelli.

Torino offers resistance, but the opponent can not start anything against the home team...

which is constantly encouraged.

Finally Moschino brings speed to the game with a stitch to Claudio Sala.

Moschino, little hair, a lot of reason.

Sala, again Sala.

A cross to the middle, Puia shoots and scores. Goal. Goal.

Goal. - Should you get pneumonia?

Puia celebrates with his team, his shot from outside the penalty area...

was decisive... - Stop.

Go to bed. Hurry up.

Under the blankets.

And Torino takes the lead: 1-0.

Come.

Miss...

this is my son Massimo.

Day, Massimo.

Say hello.

Hey.

Mita is coming to live with us.

Where do I sleep?

With me.

Go on. Thanks.

Thanks, Belfagor.

Can you stir it? - Why?

My mom always did that.

Go ahead.

Do not you drink it?

All things are drawn to earth by gravity.

Test it.

Who is there? - Miss, I have to speak to you.

Yes, good evening. - Good evening.

Deny it. Always deny. Clearly? - Yes, Belfagor, my lord.

Good evening.

Come with me.

Are you still coming?

You better tell me the truth.

Forward.

Be honest.

Do you realize that you could have killed someone?

Why?

What do I smell?

Open the windows.

Belfagor. - Christ.

Belfagor, save me. Save me.

Save me.

I can not be your mother.

Mama, forgive me, I betrayed you.

Good evening. - Hey.

Please, I do not need them anymore.

You have a month to vacate the apartment.

If you want to store furniture, I do know a storage company.

The furniture is no problem, small objects are.

The archive of my father, the letters, the books, the photos...

The useless things. - You have a lot of stuff.

If you need me, I can hear it.

Thanks. - Day.

Bye.

... the personal preparation of our divers is similar to that of gymnasts.

These are our divers: Giorio Cagnotto...

with its fantastic positioning on the diving board. His dive.

This is Klaus Dibiasi, winner of the gold medal, back on the podium.

The most beautiful memories...

to the Italians...

during the Games in Munich.

... five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

Get out. We are done. Out of the water.

Look forward.

Hurry up.

Massimo, out. Come on.

Grab your bathrobe and dry yourself.

Forward, Massimo, we're going.

Thanks.

Good morning. - Good day.

Follow me.

Wait there, in the room with the piano.

Good day.

Come on.

Sit down.

Are you Massimo? - Yes.

Enrico's bosom friend.

You have been well educated. - Thank you.

And also very handsome.

Almost like Enrico.

Do you like life, Massimo?

Yes.

Pretty.

I also very much.

Not from my life, but from my son.

He does.

I'm sure he has a fantastic life.

I have to protect him.

At least until he is 20.

But I smoke instead.

I am such a wretch.

Now...

we go to the lion's den.

Enrico.

Are you hungry?

Go away, Mom. Disappear. Get out.

Away.

Shall I put it softer?

Thanks. - How are you?

Why are you so against her? - She's annoying.

But she is your mother. - I can not stand her.

She is involved everywhere. Come.

What a beautiful house you have. - Yes, you have to see my records.

He took my father from London. Deep Purple, King Crimson...

and The Rolling Stones. This is the original cover.

Les enfants...

your afternoon snack.

Please.

Thanks.

Do you take off your shoes?

Yeah so? - Go ahead, get out.

Leave us alone. - Do not be sore.

Go away. - You are the worst of your father.

The heart of a killer.

If only I had broken my leg on my wedding day. But if I was not married...

You had not been there, honey. - Stop.

Leave me alone.

Stay away from it.

Surrender.

Surrender. - No.

I am the strongest. - I am the strongest in the world.

Surrender.

I surrender.

Come here. Come to me.

You can not win. Welles.

You are hurting me.

You are hurting me. Enough. I surrender.

I swear.

Do sit down.

Here. - Please.

And, Massimo...

when are you going to visit your mother?

Enrico said she lives in New York.

With Christmas.

At Christmas you can see lights everywhere in New York

Despite the victory over Ascoli with 4-0, Torino is still in the shadows...

from the spirit of Il Grande Torino.

After 43 years no one makes that comparison anymore, but...

ROME 1992

... whatever the score, we always think of Superga...

and that cursed plane.

Without Signorini and with Fiorin at Eranio's place...

Genoa does not manage to determine the game and put the agile Naples under pressure.

Are we together or not?

This is you...

the man who is always defensive, in a corner. Even afraid to say nonsense.

Why do not you live in a cave?

Hey. - Day. Are you on the editorial board?

I'm with Agnese, we're going... - Come immediately.

Where to? Where are you?

What do you think? There is a poker game at Athos.

With him? - Yes, with him.

He always raises the bet and makes us.

I told him about you. He wants to see you. - Are you serious?

Yes, come soon. - I'll arrive immediately.

Can you stop here? I'm taking a taxi.

I'll see you in an hour. - You do not even know where we're going.

Good evening. - Day.

Thanks.

Have a seat. - Thanks.

You can not bluff. Your face speaks volumes.

And you want to become an actor.

Do you want to be a guarantor?

Again?

Re-posted checks? - Hello, Massimo.

Excuse me. - What is it?

The usual hufter does not want to pay. - Athos?

He is coming.

We put an end to this pitiful scene.

Why do you play when you do not have a penny?

Okay, I'll cover him. He is most guilty of me.

Hey. Pleasant. - Ditto.

See you soon.

Come with me.

Do you like it?

Stupid question.

Sit down.

Good evening, chairman.

Good night, chairman. Day, Massimo. - Day.

See you tomorrow.

Poker is fun...

but what does it matter if winning or losing is the same?

That's why I like to play with those four suckers you just saw.

They drink and smoke and can not afford to lose.

I on the other hand...

can lose a billion lire and that does not change anything.

Today the stock market has lost 300 billion. So gone up in smoke...

but that money never existed.

But change is real, coins, notes of 1000 lire.

Do you have 1000 lire? - Yes.

I do not have a wallet. That is too heavy.

You see that, this is real.

It smells.

It rustles.

It has been circulated and is full of bacteria. At the bar I charge a coffee...

and get change. I order it from the barrista, or not.

Suddenly I look at the street...

and put my hand in my pocket...

I drink my coffee with sugar or a sweet, that is lead to old iron...

A smell comes over.

Toilet.

The photo of the deceased father. Milkshakes.

Flash lights.

I jump from the heel to the branch and confuse you.

Money does not tell you anything. You are not ambitious. - No, I'm not ambitious.

I am very ambitious.

That's why I came so quickly.

I do not have a notebook and I do not ask questions.

Do you want to know how I earned so much money?

Because I was willing to lose. Everything.

At any time, everything. You understand?

I wake up at night. I sleep very little.

I do not swallow sleeping pills.

And in the dark I think after.

My first thought is:

What will I buy? What will I sell? It is a game.

And I imagine absurd transactions and the next day...

if I give a sales or purchase order...

everyone on the stock market does the same as me.

Ever heard of the Pied Piper from Hamelin?

They all drowned those rats.

But what happened to the children in that story?

It is coincidence.

You must know what I mean. Football is also a coincidence.

I read your articles. I like them.

A concise style, no rhetoric...

I would put all the poets against the wall.

Yet you do not care about football, just give in.

No, that is not true.

I love football, just like my father and my grandfather...

A good football match...

where everyone goes for it... - Is the complete madness.

You're orphaned?

I was orphaned.

Why, does that matter?

Listen...

a happy man will never achieve something good.

Without a good dose of hatred...

Do you want to write my biography?

No, my sister, when the bell rings, she always says: Oh, oh.

Wait here.

Good evening.

Good evening. - Are you Giovanni Athos?

I must inform you that I have an arrest warrant.

You must come along.

Good.

Can I take some stuff?

Go ahead. - Come on in.

Thanks.

Who are you? - A friend.

Stay here. - Take him.

Come. - Take him to the other room.

With Massimo, sorry that I call so late. I am at home with President Athos.

What is it? - I think he shot himself.

What? Come here quickly. - Can not.

They have said that I must stay.

Write a piece quickly then it can still come along.

What should I write?

I do not know anything about him, only what everyone knows.

So what? That is even better.

Describe in detail what you have seen. Fast, before the magistrate comes.

You have witnessed a suicide of a protagonist. Do not you understand that?

This is your golden opportunity, Massimo. - OK.

See you later.

The match ends with a gunshot

Stop.

DO NOT LET THEM USE AGAIN

Good evening. - Hey.

Where are we going? - No idea. We do notice that.

What do you mean? - Do not you like a bit of tension?

Slower. Slow. - Gases. Forward.

Are you there, Massimo? Pick up.

Where have you been? Call me, then we will eat out.

Hello, Bob. Are you home yet? You want to speak to the editor-in-chief.

Call me back.

With your aunt. I have called many times, but you never answer.

I want to know if you have received my package.

It's an old matchbox, but your uncle wanted you to get it.

He has kept it all those years.

It was your mother.

Sorry, I have to hang up. I get so emotional. Day.

Fate Bene Fratelli hospital? - Can I please speak to a doctor?

Remain on the line.

First aid. - Can I speak to a doctor, please?

I will connect you.

Hey?

Please, I'm going to die. - What do you mean?

Can you say what you feel? - I do not know.

I feel horrible.

Can you send someone? - Where does it hurt?

I do not get air.

My heart hurts.

As if it bursting apart. - More symptoms? Are you sweating?

Yes.

I feel an enormous pressure on my chest.

As if I am going to suffocate.

And I vibrate, I shake terribly.

I'm afraid.

For what? - To die.

I feel like I'm going to die.

I have palpitations.

My heart beats very quickly at times. - Calm down, you have a panic attack.

How do you know that? - I'm a doctor.

Where are you?

Home. - Are you close to a window or a mirror?

A mirror.

Go to the mirror and blow out your breath.

The mirror.

Do you see...

mum?

Keep it up.

Let me hear how you breathe.

Continue to take a deep breath.

Well done.

Now sit down.

Are you? - Yes.

How do you feel? - So.

He has cardiac arrhythmias. - I called the cardiologist.

But he is not there yet. - Then we wait.

The schedule must change. I have already had three night shifts.

Good. Are we going to drink coffee?

Good. - Do you pay?

Excuse me.

Yes?

I just spoke to you on the phone.

Oh yes, you had palpitations because of a panic attack.

Come on, then we'll do a few tests.

If you sit up straight.

Look at the light.

Without moving your head.

Keep your head quiet.

Can I dress up? - Yes.

Have you had panic attacks before? - No.

It was the first time, that's why I was so startled.

It seemed as if my heart could burst.

My mother died of an acute myocardial infarction.

Did she have heart problems? - Not that I know.

She had undergone surgery on breast cancer. - That has nothing to do with each other.

How old was she? - 38 years old.

At that age, and not before heart disease...

What do you mean by an acute myocardial infarction?

No idea. My father called it that way.

Precisely, people say such things more often.

You like to reassure your patients, do not you? - I prefer to tell the truth.

It was just a thought...

based on statistics.

Have you wondered where these attacks come from?

No, it was the first time.

If I panic, I can control myself. I always succeeded.

As a child, after my mother's death, I had someone who helped me...

who gave me advice.

Sometimes they were orders.

He was an authoritarian type.

Your father?

Who then? A friend?

In a sense, he was a friend, although he did not really exist.

Belfagor.

Do you know him?

Of course, which child does not. He was scary.

My mother was mesmerized by him.

And I.

He seemed bad, but actually he helped me a lot.

He protected me.

Against it? - Against everything.

Against loneliness, fear, pain.

He prevented me from going crazy.

I always obeyed without sputtering.

I did everything he asked for.

And then?

Then nothing.

I have learned to save myself. I grew up.

If you get another attack, you know what it is.

Do not panic.

Forget about Belfagor.

Thanks.

So I do not have to take anything? - No, you do not have to go to the pharmacy.

At least, not now.

If you feel bad again...

call a friend, someone from your area.

Could you be that?

Mama, what are we going to do now?

Are you still here?

I have told you the truth before.

I was honest.

So you trust me?

Where are we going?

I'm going to sleep.

Good night.

The probable age of the universe is slowly increasing.

It has been discovered that the earth is not the center of the universe...

but that it is only one of the many celestial bodies...

that populate the universe...

and that life comes from the light of a star:

the sun.

The light is life.

What do we actually say when a being is born?

It sees the light.

Knock Knock.

Will you also come to life?

You do not care about me.

Now...

the theories that try to explain...

how the universe originated are numerous...

and deserve respect...

if only because of all the effort that has been put into it.

Do you have to go to the bathroom? - No, I have a question.

I'm listening.

Go.

What was that before?

As I said, the earth came into existence billions of years ago.

Yes, but before that. For the creation of the universe.

Even before the start?

But that brings us from science to philosophy.

That is the area of faith.

So?

So what do you think there was? There was God for everything, nothing else.

He is the creator of the universe.

And even if he did not exist...

he would be there anyway.

He must...

to give meaning to our existence.

It is the only hope.

The only bright spot.

Does that light also exist for the dead?

They see the light. At the end of the world...

we see it all.

The living...

and the dead.

Go.

Hello, Father.

Come.

Goodbye, Father.

Father...

I want to know. - What?

The answer.

The only way to get an answer is to keep asking the question.

Never stop asking questions.

But, you Massimo, who asks so many questions...

do you pray?

Defend your faith.

Good day, Father.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ. - Amen.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

What are you doing here at this hour? The school has been closed for a long time.

And why are you doing all those lights? What is that supposed to do?

Give an immediate answer, do not invent a lie.

The church was too dark. He has to bathe in light. It is a faith mark.

Leave the faith out, young man. You should already be home.

But God is the light.

Do you think that the light of this church can recreate the light of the Kingdom of Heaven?

I do everything I can to get to heaven.

In addition...

I paid.

You want to embrace your mother again, I know that.

I understand you.

But why do you tell your friends that she is alive?

She also lives. Life is eternal because the soul is immortal.

You taught me that.

You confuse things. You tell your friends that she lives on earth, not in heaven.

Have a seat.

Your lie...

is innocent for those who hear it.

But not for you.

Your mother is dead.

You have to start there.

Crying for her, from morning to evening...

but the most important thing is that you respond to the pain.

Do not be a victim.

If she had been there... - If.

If is a sign of failure.

In this life you become big despite everything.

Despite the worst tragedies. Despite the injustice suffered.

Despite that your mother is dead.

Hold on.

Do not give up.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I have no homework for tomorrow.

Get your feet off bed.

What is it?

Did you really see mom die?

No.

How did she die?

Do you know?

Yes.

That night I was...

suddenly woke up and your mum was not in bed.

It was snowing outside. It was cold.

I found her in your room. She stopped you.

I was reassured and went back to bed.

Your mama wanted to say hello to you...

but do not wake you up.

You do not remember anything, do you?

Nothing.

I went back to bed and fell asleep.

She has become unwell in your room.

Maybe she was anxious because she had taken off her dressing gown, but not called.

She did not call...

because she did not want to wake us up. Other people were important to her.

She always put them in first place.

I found her in the hall.

An acute myocardial infarction.

Yes...

through the operation she was weakened, the medication...

Her heart went.

But she did not want to let us down.

It was like...

she worried more about us than herself.

Be strong.

Come on.

Do not Cry.

TURIN 1995

THE CHAMPIONS OF ITALY

Let us pray.

Lord, listen to our prayers that we address to you in faith...

for the resurrection of the Lord and want our blessed hope in...

that we will rise again in Christ together with our deceased brothers.

We ask you through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Give them eternal rest and let the everlasting light shine upon them.

Rest in peace. Amen.

Sorry I'm late.

Does not matter.

I have not been here for a long time. - Me neither.

It will be 20 years ago.

She took me. Come here.

She has made me enthusiastic again. This is Anita.

This is my son Massimo.

Pleasant.

Sorry, I have to go further.

I'll be right.

Do you want to marry her?

Why do you ask that? - Just.

Well? Yes or no?

If so...

would you mind? - Not at all.

And you do not need my approval. If you are happy, I am too.

I even envy you. - Seriously.

She is 30 years younger than me.

Do not worry about your rights.

Which rights? - They are protected.

The house is yours, no matter what happens.

So do not worry - please.

And of course all your mother's stuff...

go to you.

Wait.

I want you to get this.

Why such a hurry?

Why here? - Where else?

We never see each other, Massimo.

Please, take it.

Toe.

I know how bad you have suffered.

I should have done more.

Shall we talk about something else?

We have done that our entire life.

She was so beautiful.

And so...

She was overflowing with joy.

You do not know how much I loved her.

As she laughed...

Do you remember how she laughed?

Close it, the column is dead. The proof is the number of letters sent.

Very little.

Put a point behind that heading. I am going to fish.

Is it perhaps because your answers are a bit hard?

You see everything gloomy. You are depressed, Cavalieri.

I have a letter that I want to read.

I do not know if it helps, but at least it's about a real feeling: hatred.

"I wrote this letter when I thought of my mother and my feelings for her.

I think she never loved anyone.

She deceived everyone.

So bad that they thought she was perfect, an ever-present, loving mother...

while she was completely absent, but only I noticed that.

And I hate her.

Yes.

I hate her...

because hate is the only feeling she gave me.

If she had died when I was a child...

I had the memory of a huge love, but on the contrary...

I had the desire to kill her, with her own hands.

Making me hate and despise myself because of those thoughts.

She is my mother.

And indeed, you only have one mother. "

Signed: Simone.

No, Sim-oen.

In all sincerity...

Do you know what I should have said to him?

'Dear Simone...

relax and set a good deed.

Kill your mother and shoot a bullet through your head...

then we are delivered from both of you. "

Could I answer that...

to a sucker who suffers? No.

No, that is not possible, but most of all, I should not do that.

That's why I hoist the white flag.

I surrender.

I am going to fish. I'm smearing it.

Well, we are going back to work.

Can I talk to you?

I have an idea. Is it something for you to answer that letter?

I? Why?

Well, you write well, you are immediately without being sentimental.

Feelings are not my strong side.

Listen...

I know this is a topic for you.

Because of your mother.

How you lost her as a child.

I just worked here and sat in the news department...

and the chief editor...

Add, write what you want.

What comes to mind.

You've suffered a lot when your mother died. Who knows how many tears you have cried.

Dive into those tears, in that grief, do not be ashamed.

And do not reread it.

'Dear Simone...

I can not give you expert advice...

except for one council, which I am not proud of.

I lost my mother as a child.

I was nine when she died...

I felt a huge void and panicked.

It could not be true and every time I came home, I thought she would be there.

That I would see her again, in the kitchen with the radio on.

Every night I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of my bed.

She was not dead to me.

My friends said I lived in America.

When I got older, I stopped talking or thinking about her.

I did not want to feel any pain anymore.

She who loved me was dead and I never wanted to love anyone again.

Not from revenge, but to survive.

I can write about it now, because I know that the terrible pain is returning...

and you must accept it.

I accepted that I had to lose her.

No more.

If I am so free to answer you like that...

best Simone...

is that only for one reason.

So that you understand the difference.

No matter how you collide with your mother...

however much you have a grudge for her...

I can tell you that you are lucky that you still have your mother...

that she is still alive.

She is still there, you can come home and say, "Mom, are you there?"...

and breathe a sigh of relief because she answers.

I have been told...

that the last thing my mother died just before she did...

was coming to my room and tucking me in while I slept.

I did not notice it.

I wish you beautiful dreams.

Perhaps, dear Simone, your mother was also tender for you...

or lovingly and you noticed or did not understand that.

Or did you just forget it.

Love is often expressed in a stealthy, invisible way.

We only threaten to remember negative things.

But even if your mother never took you in her arms...

gave a smile, or stroked your globe...

then imagine, Simone, without slamming your newspaper, that you are embracing her.

What do you have to lose?

It will not worsen the situation...

and who knows, you see after this embrace...

in your mother's face a look of surprise or desire or a tear.

So run, Simone, run to her and take her in your arms.

And should we now embrace each other?

I HATE AND I LOVE MY MOTHER

Something has come in for you.

Well done.

Remember that these are stuffed animals

You are famous.

Hey. - My best Massimo.

I want to congratulate you. You really surprised me.

Even in my heyday, I did not sell my soul.

Cavalieri, listen... - No no.

No, I have to tell you. You'll kick it far.

Another had given up long ago...

but you have overcome the loss of your mother...

to please the readers...

and to walk for sale with your sore pain.

Do you know what, Massimo?

Your drama, which is a masterpiece, will be a sausage to me.

Belfagor...

With Elisa.

Damn.

Get the kler.

I can not see everyone. Slightly more to the rear.

And everyone laugh.

That lady with that hat to the middle.

Do not stand in front of anyone else. Laugh and look happy.

Watch out, not your head for someone else.

So, done. Thanks.

And now the opening dance: a waltz.

You are finally there.

I was lost.

The road stopped suddenly.

It is not easy to get here.

I noticed.

I walked a bit, heard voices, music and then I saw the house.

I tripped over a wire and got a shock.

That is against the wild boars, it is a slight shock.

What is this party for?

The diamond wedding of my grandfather and grandmother. - married for 60 years?

We have come from everywhere: France, Spain, Argentina...

children, grandchildren, everyone is there.

It is for the first time and maybe for the last time.

Elisa, are you going to dance?

Massimo, welcome.

Do I have to appeal to you with sir? - Massimo is good.

Can I speak to you? - Yes.

Just for a moment.

Sorry to bother you. - It does not matter.

I love to meet you. - That's nice.

I mean it. For real. - I believe you.

I liked your letter so much. I had to cry.

Your enthusiasm, the naturalness is so moving.

My life has not been simple either. I have experienced difficult moments.

What to.

Illness, my husband's deceit, financial setback. There were many disappointments.

You can imagine what I thought at those moments.

You know that, you understand everything.

An immense pain.

I only thought about that.

A mother can also be terribly selfish.

But I had my children. They have stopped me.

So I said no to my gloomy thoughts.

And thanks to your letter, I was also very clear.

Thanks.

Like the pain of a child who loses his mother.

I saved it...

but what a risk.

Aunt, this is a party.

Yes, I only said how much I value his sensitivity...

and complimented him with his letter.

And you? Did you like my letter?

Did you like it or not? - Yes.

Come Dance. - No, I can not dance.

Goodbye, godmother. Sorry, it's late. Sorry.

Did something happen? - No.

I cleared the house and thought it was easy. It is a mess.

Can you come?

Where to? At this time.

To the house, please.

Okay, I'm coming. - Thanks.

Day.

Massimo, how are you? - Good.

What is it? - Nothing. Come on in.

What a situation.

Is everything OK?

Yes, I'm clearing everything.

Come.

It is late. - Yes sorry.

It is two o'clock at night. - Look.

While I was waiting for you, I looked into her album.

A glass of water?

You can have it.

I want to throw everything away.

I want to burn everything.

Do not be fooled, because you're not crazy. - I'm not crazy, but...

It is enough.

I am now five years older than them.

That makes me very scared.

And I am getting older.

How did my mother die?

Do not give you an answer?

Why do you ask that?

You still do not give an answer.

You know that right?

You have to tell me.

I want to hear from you.

MOTHER SPROTS FROM THE 5th FLOOR

This morning a seriously ill mother jumped out the window.

She was dead instantly.

When the little Massimo woke up, nobody dared to say it.

Why did not you say it?

I thought you knew.

That your father had said it.

That you had understood it after 30 years.

An acute myocardial infarction.

How could you do this to me?

Finding yourself is not good.

Maybe if you're ten, but if you're 20 or 30?

Nobody ever got the idea to say the truth. No one.

My father even said nonsense on his deathbed.

He was not Napoleon.

An acute myocardial infarction.

It is my fault.

All my fault.

I am a sucker, a coward.

I did not understand. I did not want to understand.

I have always suspected something.

Mama did not care about anyone, even me.

Actually...

especially to me.

She suffered, you do not know how bad.

It takes courage to die like that, so much courage, so much despair...

What?

What?

Raising a child requires more courage.

She was afraid of her illness and thought the doctors lied.

She was obsessed... - Was she crazy?

Then she should have gasped us.

Stop. She loved you. - Enough.

Please, enough.

So many wasted tears.

Let her go.

23...

24...

25...

I am coming.

Mom...

This is no longer funny.

Mama, where are you?

Mommy, enough!

Where are you? Where are you, Mama?

Honey, I'm here.

I was teasing you.

I was here. Watch.

Do you want to?

So.

Will we stay in this? - Yes.

I WISH YOU BEAUTIFUL DREAMS

I wish you beautiful dreams of Massimo Gramellini