Ma Mère

Loulou: This goes to your mother. The Mediterranean bitch. Father: I would have preferred doing otherwise. Or living otherwise. But I let myself get overcome by things. Things foreign to me. They settled in. Little by little. They destroyed my hope. They began to rule. You can understand that when I was young this wasn't the life I dreamed of. I didn't dream of this Iife because I wasn't this person.I was full of joy and energy. You didn't know me, Pierre. As soon as you were born, my youth fell apart. I have the impression that my life today doesn't correspond to my true nature. I have the impression I haven't changed. Still full of joy and energy. But unable to prove it to others. Alone in my joy and energy.

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Pierre: My mother. Hélène: My son. My beautiful son. My grown-up son.

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Réa: My tongue will dig around down there. It will clean your adorable shitty hole. Hélène: What did you tell him? Réa: I can't wait to eat his filthy ass.

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