GHOSTS EXIST
Stop stop stop I must talk to you
Oh my god oh my god my heart
Jesus, please, please don’t make me die
There it is, there there!
Well I invented my leaving hoping that I would finally see you but I know, I know
I knew you wouldn’t leave me, yes…
When I came in this house I was told there were ghosts but…
I really didn’t want to believe it, and I truly beg your pardon, yes
Because no, yes
Yeah, yeah, I do believe now, I’m talking to you. And since I believe, I can trust something.
I feel like I’m stronger, and this strength gives me… yes
The courage and the hope and, well… the house.
I’ve been given the house for free because they said it was haunted, so they gave it to me for free, and I didn’t tell.
I didn’t tell anything to my wife because I didn’t want to scare her.
In fact, you came here to me, but not to her.
Then you helped me, yes!
You put some money around my house
And all that money bought…
Then, suddenly, you disappeared. I didn’t see you again, ever, never again.
Help me, please help me, please…
You put me in a position, in my life, that now I cannot live without your help.
Yes please help me…
I know you are a good soul and you can understand me. I never, never did something for my wife. I could never give her a gift, a ring, a bracelet, not even for her birthday. I never ever managed to put together enough money to take her on vacation, to the seaside…
Sometimes, sometimes even a pair of stockings I couldn’t give her. You know how painful that is. To hide your humiliation from the woman you like, you love…
So… then with a laugh and a joke you make things just go on…
Yes… you know what? To be honest, and work honestly, is painful… it’s miserable…
You can’t always find an honest job… and then? I lose her… I lose her every day, more and more.
I lose her. And now, I can’t, I can’t lose her. Because Maria is my life, she’s my life, you understand what I mean?
And I don’t have the courage to tell her, because courage comes from money. You understand what I mean? Courage comes from money.
Without money you are shy, you fear everything.
Without money you are crap… and I lose her…
Because at a certain point any love, any love, any woman, for any woman, you must transform into an object, call it an object, a dress, underwear, silk scarves.
For her you must dress up your love in something, because otherwise love stops, finishes, fades…
And you know what? Wealth is for love as water is for plants…
Help me, help me please…
With another man, a man like me, I wouldn’t talk like this.
Why? Humiliate myself in front of another man like me? No way… no way…
But with you it is different.
You are another type, far above all of us, far above our feelings that condemn us to not open our hearts to each other.
Envy, pride, superiority, fakeness, everything, everything… selfishness… that’s what we are.
But me? In front of you I feel like I am in front of another situation, and in front of you I am nothing, man, nothing… I feel like nothing… nothing is good believe me, I feel good, feeling like nothing…
To make myself disappear so I can free myself from this heavy load of my being nothing.
This heavy load is like a stone in my heart.
Please help me, help me please
In front of you I kneel, I ask on my knees for your help.
Help me!
Grazie, grazie…
You know what you did? You freed me from this condemnation to wander, wander around this house, until… till a man would talk to me the way you did.
Look on the table… yeah, look… now the moment has come that I must go away.
I must disappear.
(laughs) Sshh…
Professor, professor… you were right, you were right!
Ghosts exist! Yes…
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