Musk priest in Peru - Act 2 Scene 5
Scene 5
(The reception room of a generously furnished house Dramandona and her mother sitting in a chic glass table on the other 2 men who consider themselves quite similar. One is a tanned black haired man in Age of Dramandonas mother. He is clean-shaven, well-trimmed mustache and a striking adorns his face. He wears unbuttoned white Shirt, which brings his black chest hair appearance. In addition, a gold chain is visible around the neck of the elderly. He wears a suit with matching trousers and black patent leather shoes. The younger has a similarly shaped face like the other, only with a beard, but it fully styled hair. He wears a purple shirt, plus a washed-out baggy jeans along with elaborate belt)
mother (smiling at the two gentlemen to Dramandona in a whispering tone). Well, you see, told you I "not 'say? Both Julio and Miguel Lo Suptora del Chabrakezizé are very two good games. (She winks at Dramandona.) So if you ask me, I would be your age Mr been in the wind to shoot for ...
Dramandona: I ask you not. Asks you not! You're old and confused.
Mother: Choose your words, daughter, that you say but will continue with this, as they call it yet, get together musk monk.
Dramandona: Moschusdruide! His name is Moschusdruide, mother! Or ... Hm moment, now you have me confused (she looks intently at the table and ponders Julio takes the opportunity..)
Julio: So, Singoritas what you feel so far away from your peaceful fishing village?
mother (flattering): Eh-hehe, just a small promotional tour for my husband to ... . Promote
Julio: How I notice you have a remarkable Vocabulary! You are truly a representative ... Representative.
Mother: Oh, I beg you with the request, compliment me, not so with compliments. A long-term training in Linuistik and dyslexia school in St. Petersburg to Schpar Fersenöff has already left its mark.
Julio: No, but no, the application, madam, is what matters! Since the best training to help anything if the person behind the language, just empty words, used so as to hide their own irrelevance!
Mother: I babble a moment, I use the language as if it were a second skin for me! I think nothing of it because I do not often think about.
Julio: Just a bookworm, an abnormal creature thinks too much for in life. I always say: thinking is the mother of consciousness. But awareness is only the evil and envious of his stepdaughter Leichtmütigkeit! Both can not live in a house of man, must choose the adolescent: impulse or calculation, lightness, or ice cold calculus, ninjas or pirates, good or evil!
Mother: I think we understand each other. If ninjas have swords of pure light would be the pirates with their harpoons spirits belong to history ...
Julio: ... and Xantron Pharisämir had long been in his hand, while Sir McKirk celebrated in the shadows!
Mother: Exactly! Excellent! Spektakula'er!
Julio: Let us discuss it further in my chambers, and keep my son with her daughter, now quite charming looking for a chat!
Mother: Exactly! Excellent! Spektakula'er!
Julio: Exactly! Excellent! Spektakula'er! (Both left the stage an embarrassing silence arises Then Miguel wishes to speak...)
Miguel: Hey. (Pause.) Do you have just a word of brandishing understand?
Dramandona: I do not know, honestly. Actually, if the symbols were too strange, not so difficult.
Miguel: Hey. This is completely true.
(Pause.)
Miguel: Hey. Does what it says so in your spare time?
Dramandona: I am working on the art of beekeeping.
Miguel: Hey. It is full of interesting, can you tell me more about it?
Dramandona: I lied, I have seen in reality, never in my life a bee.
Miguel: Hey, not really? We have a lot in our garden if you want I could-
Dramandona: I lied again, I have certainly seen bees. I lie in my spare time.
Miguel: Real ... ey?
Dramandona: Yes.
Miguel: Well then is so good, I really do not know just what am I to make of such people who always lie so and so untrue and not be so on Approach people and stuff. Because I always think to myself, why are not all the friends, and why are the non-nice to me, though know that they needed me and my father still can.
Dramandona: a mystery.
(Pause.)
Miguel: I could not help but hey, that you are in love with a man whom your dear mother absolutely not be tolerated!
Dramandona: My father ran him out of our village. I will probably never see him again.
Miguel: I am filled with deep sorrow that story to hear from you. But says it's not that the pain gives way to what has been lost over time a blunt indifference.
Dramandona: Only if you can soften it!
Miguel: So you prayer out of indifference, ey! Life is oh for a bullet (he winks at her while she says) and offer you many joys! And any other side has a medal on which the stop next to the page, the front is so dependent on it! And if her life as a mosaic of EUR downside is composed, it forms a picture of the pain, and you forget to recognize the good things in life.
Dramandona (sarcastically): Yeah I know, and I'm not going to enjoy leaves rustling in the wind and the variety of snow, bitter because I'm sitting by the fire and wait until my life coming to an end.
Miguel: Now you see what I also my goal goals!
Dramandona: I lied again. That happened to me lately so often, it is strange. I love that is no other. The truth is I'm not Dramandona. I'm Dramadon, man! I am sitting here and not just entertain me not with you, Miguel. You say, moreover, not Miguel, but Zaa-a. You have connected from 256 years ago with an antelope and a water wheel, absorbed some of the memories of Julio del Lo Suptora Chabrakezizé without realizing it, so now you think you were his son! Poor fool, poor innocent creature. Now we all see what experiments may be able to! Not stalking around with the genes I warned you all! But you have done anyway! (She gets up, turns to the audience, touches his hand to his heart), the madness, the madness! When will people understand it!
(a long pause creates Miguel is uncertain, changing after a few moments, his facial expression, but again to a safe, dandy.)
Miguel: I can all this be what you want, baby!
Dramandona: Oh, damn, how shall I put this interview now over.
Miguel: We must not talk, we also can do something else. (He draws his eyebrows several times up and leans forward towards Dramandona)
Dramandona: I have migraines.
Miguel: I know as a special cure (a loud noise the Miguel breaks in the sentence. It is the door to Julio's chambers, which pops open with a loud bang. Dramandonas mother comes with solid steps running from the apartments. Is in her face Zorn wrote short behind her comes Julio, angry similar, gesticulating wildly, from his room)
mother. ... the eight-legged Kampfzetter would NEVER be admitted to the deal with the king of the peacocks, if he had known that the lands contact the Baron of St. Ryton all against him.
Julio: But hear it, the Kampfzetter was due to the mind control machine of the evil Vur Zhar to stone but no other option. Even the Kampfzetter therefore acted selfishly! Just for him, it would have been preferable if the machinery had found her abrupt end in the planning phase! Finally, it was a war!
mother Dramandona, let's go! I can not and will not even pause for a moment longer with the subject under one roof!
Miguel: ye are of madness? We are two lovers, you can not force your daughter to come with you!
Dramandona (sarcastically): Yes, my dear Miguel! You can separate us physically, but never in spirit! (In a tone suddenly perplex) Wait, did you you really up there the whole Time on this nonsense to talk?
mother Dramandona, you must refrain from this man, I do only good for you, kid! You may now perhaps be blinded by his charm and his money, but I tell you, it will be your downfall if I do not take with me now!
Dramandona (sarcastically): But mother, no, that can not be! The young love, the tender shoots, trampled by a thousand knights! Tore and bruised it is now on the lawn of life!
mother (Dramandona gripping the arm): You're coming now, daughter! Do what your mother says you! (They Dramandona moves to the exit. Dramandona fights in implausible extreme movements, stretches Miguel pathetic one hand, while she is dragged from the house)
Dramandona: Miguel, oh my love. In everlasting ending never-ending, not even pausing and on the edge of the road to drink probably 1-2 beers rest-giving, infinite and infinitely high infinity plus infinity always one more way you love I will worship you, my (she comes in a standstill, do not know what to say) ... punctured lung in a very positive way!
Miguel: Oh Dramandona! Like I said, the pain of my loss will fly with you, just as mine will be replaced on the evening of joy! Forget me, you must live!
Dramandona: How could I just, tell me how? Adieu!
(Dramandona and her mother disappear through the exit, Julio sits down with his son at the table a long pause..)
Miguel: Well, yes, the haste ma net made clear, no mark on your list!
Julio: Yes, it is doomed. But in two hours is already Braktat the Woman and her three young, good-looking girls! (He smiles as he says this.)
Miguel: yeees! I just love our lives! (He and Julio clap with one's hands.) 4th
(Vorhang.)
end of Scene 5 Scene
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