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The voice is my love.

You jump over hills and mountains.

You are like a young gazelle or a baby-calf.

Look here, you, who are within our reach.

Watch us through the windows.

Watch us jealously.

My sweetheart sings and says to me:

Stand up my love! My beautiful one.

Come!

The winter is over.

The rain has stopped.

Flowers are sprouting.

The time of marriage has come.

Love birds are sitting on the trees.

The fruits of the fig tree are falling down to earth.

Blooming vineyards are penetrating the air with their scent.

Get up my dear! ...My beauty! ...Come!

My dove. Don't hide.

Show me your face.

Let me hear your voice.

Because it is as sweet... as your face.

I'm sorry that I didn't call earlier. I've just arrived.

When will we see us?

Listen... I just got back.

Give me a couple of days.

You are seeing Ernesto again, aren't you?

He's my husband. You must understand that.

Our relationship... is over?

You are not interested anymore, are you?

I'm worried about my relationship.

- And I am supposed to believe that?

But that's the truth, Rachel! You can't always get what you want.

You are telling me... that it's over?

I think we both need some distance. That's all.

But you love me?

Sure. Of course, I love you.

I'm sorry but I must stop now. We'll talk later.

I'm sorry!

Thanks for calling.

We must not see each other for some time.

Do you know what you're saying?

- Yes, I'm sorry.

Is this your way of telling me that it's over?

Tell me the truth!

Well, if you want to put it that way: Yes.

You sound strange. What's the matter with you?

Are you hooked on the needle again?

So what? ...What do you care?

Okay... I'm coming.

- That's nice.

But you must calm down first.

Alright. Call me.

- Okay.

Ciao.

Wait a second!

I've got to take a leak.

- You're gross!

Did you know that there are men who are turned on watching a woman pee?

- I don't know about them. But it turns me on!

Why? I'm just pissing?

More?

Yes.

More?

Yes, don't stop!

Is it good?

Nice, very nice!

Did you see?

On the other side is a woman watching us.

Yes, I've seen her, too.

I like it when she's watching.

Poor girl.

She's driving me mad. Do you see her?

- Seems to be pretty.

Who is it?

Listen to me... I'm really worried about you, dear.

Please... don't do anything stupid.

Ernesto can't live without me.

- But you don't love him!

Believe me, Rachel.

This is really hard for me.

But we can't go on like this.

You must understand.

- You love him more, than me.

I'm sorry.

But it's not working.

I hope that you'll be happy.

At night... in my bed... I'm searching for the love of my life.

I'm searching, but I don't find it.

I'll get up and run through the city.

Through the streets and places.

On the quest of the love of my live.

I encountered the guards, patrolling the streets.

"Did you see the love of my life?"

But then... I met her: The love of my life.

Come here!

How sweet you are, my dear. How sweet you are.

The eyes of a dove, showing through your veil.

Your hair... is like a herd of goats... wandering the hills of Galaad.

Your teeth resemble a bathed herd of goats.

Each goat has got its twin and has no privacy.

Your lips, a scarlet ribbon.

Your mouth, delicious.

Your cheeks are as beautiful as parts of Granada.

Your neck is like the tower of David.

Covered with the ashes of heroes, it stands up tall.

Your breasts are like young gazelle twins, wandering through the lilys.

When the breeze of the day has gone,

and the shadows obliterate

I will walk up the hill... The hill of incense.

How great you are darling.

You are impeccable.

But isn't that...?

Yes, that's the woman from the other side.

But, why did she kill herself?

I will never understand the humans.

She seemed to be completely normal.

Come.

What's wrong with you?

The poor woman.

Why, did you like her?

I feel sorry for her.

She has spoiled my vacation!

I won't forget that sight that quickly.

I'm going to help you.

I was asleep but my heart was awake.

A voice! ...My great love!

Abandon yourself my beauty... My friend.

My immaculate one.

My head is covered with rain.

My curls are the drips of the night.

I take of my clothes. Or should I rather get dressed?

I clean my feet. Or should I rather soil them?

My darling... takes my hand to her sex.

And then... she starts to dance.

I raise myself to open up for my dear.

The moisture is dripping from my hands.

The drips on my hand are the key to the lock.

Open up my dear. But my darling was gone.