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Come Sir,
Any baggages ?
I came empty handed,
I'll have to buy everything starting with new underwear,
Don't worry, Sir,
The Fort has all the fashionable fabrics from London,
We can find a tailor and get everything made,
Even underwear Sir,
How come you came in a hurry, Sir ?
I asked to be transferred,
If I had stayed any longer,
I'd have been killed by a Burmese Panther,
Oh,,,
Panther ?
We don't have Panthers, Sir,
We only have leopards Sir,
Parvati ?
It looks like her Sir,
Are you familiar with it ?
I came via Calcutta,
I saw many of these there,
The previous tenants brought it from India,
Your predecessor never played this Sir,
It's out of tune,
Isn't it ?
I will show you the bedroom, Sir,
There is only one bedroom in this house, Sir,
One bedroom,
but there are many windows, Sir,
Come and see,
It's beautiful, Sir,
Opening in to beach, Sir,
Windows to see all the surroundings,
Train,,,
Beautiful scene, Sir,
You come and see,
We have a nice neighbourhood, Sir,
You see,
Beautiful place, Sir,
Where is the toilet ?
It's outside, Sir,
It's so far away,,,
No drainage,,, ?
Can you demonstrate how the toilet is used ?
You go inside, Sir,
Close the door
and hang your pants on this nail and do your business,
We usually wash ourselves afterwards,
but of course, your lot prefers to wipe, Sir,
No need to feel disgusted,
When you come in the morning, this will be clean again,
Follow that ,,,
Stop ! Stop !
Thank you both so much for coming,
Same time, next month,
Wonderful, Thank you!
Well, well, well,,,
Did I mistakenly invite you to the after party ?
I'm afraid, we are not having one of those tonight,
I am terribly sorry for my tardiness,
I got distracted and lost my way,
Looks like I missed a great evening,
Anyway,
you're here now ! Come, still a few friends left,
Recardo Reyers, new Chilean Consul to Ceylon,
Welcome to Ceylon,,,
Thought you weren't going to make it, Got lost, did you ?
In a manner of speaking, I was on my way when I heard this unusual music,
I had to know where it was coming from,
Quite mesmerizing really,
Mesmerizing ? Surely you mean, "unbearable" ?
You found mesmerizing music here ?
Yeah,, It was,,,
at least for me,,,
Oh, I can't stand the sound of so-called local music,
Just a lot of screeching,
Was it really music for you ?
It was the unusual percussion,,,
the drums,,,
and a female voice,,,
I completely lost the track of time,
You sound like you had a drink already, Sir,
I don't believe the natives possess a sound music culture,
It's very primitive and unformed,
This 'tom-toming' in front of churches and mosques initiated a series of communal violence,,,
But it seems our new friend Recrado here rather impressed by the primitive and unformed,
Well you know, there might be something there,
I believe what Ricardo heard was ritualistic music,
It has its own unique form,
It's raw,
but not simple,
And a man of the arts would find it irressistible to be intrigued by its complexity,
Now Lionel, Are you accusing us are being prudes
who can't appriciate the arts ?
Yes, I do believe he is !
He's not wrong !
Sorry, we must leave,,,
Why don't you take him inside and offer him a drink,,,
Of course,
Please,,,
I'm sorry, we haven't met,
Lionel,,, Pleasure,
Pleasure is mine,
I must thank you for,,,
Oh, don't worry,
I was simply stating the facts,
I said what I saw, I felt the music,
I know and you're not wrong,
Oh please meet Mr and Mrs,,,
Pleased to meet you,
Peter,
Drinks here, please,,,
Cheers,,,
'I love the love of sailors,
Who kiss,
then leave'
Oh ! What a surprise !
You know it ?
Every word of it,
Patsy,
Oh, Habanera Carmen,
Amazing !
Pablo,,,
Oh,,, You know my pen name ?
One day everyone in the world will know it,
What a joke,,,
May I ask you something ?
What would that be ?
It's rather a,,, request of sorts,
I'd like you to recite at least a bit of that pretty verse,,, "Farewell",
In Spanish,,,?
Yes,,,
How it was meant to be recited,
Whisper it in your ear,, ?
Yes,,,
Whisper just to me,,,
I love the love of sailors Who kiss and go,
They leave a promise, They never return,
A woman waits in every port: Sailors kiss and go,
One night they lie with death On the seabed,
I love the love that is shared with kisses, bed and bread,
Love that can be eternal And can also be brief
Love that wants to free itself In order to love again,
Deified love that comes close Deified love that leaves
My eyes will not delight themselves in yours anymore,
My pain will not be sweetened by you anymore,
But wherever I go I will take with me your gaze
And wherever you go you will take my pain,
I was yours, you were mine,
What else ?
Together we made a bend on the route where love went past,
I was yours, you were mine,
You will belong to the one who loves you,
to the one who cuts in your orchard that which I have planted,
Okay, Go,,,
Come!
Are you the one who cleans the toilet bucket every day ?
No, sir, There are sakkili women for that duty,
Sakkili ?
Yes,
Low caste Tamils,
who clean toilets,
Untouchables,
But,,,
Aren't you a Tamil ?
Yes, Sir,
Not like me,
They are low caste,
Untouchables,
Hello !
What a surprise meeting,
Oh well,
not particularly,
Unlike India, Ceylon is just a tiny island,
And Colombo is just a little dot on the west-coast,
Yes,
Oh, by the,,,
Are you familiar with this ?
Yes, Why not,
But I'm still not familiar with the land,
Especially Colombo,
It looks vibrant, but,,,
also seems so complicated too,
What are these books ?
Oh, these are just some that I ordered, They just arrived,
I have a very good collection actually, If you're interested,
I also have a copy of the notorious "Lady Chatterly's Lover",
privately published in Florence last year,
Oh,,,
Oh my god !
I see, What a treasure,
Why don't you come to my place To have a chat over a drink,
Oh yeah, okay That sounds okay,
Take it,
Oh, thank you,
That's just great!
I'll do that,
Sure,
Stop !
I said you to stop fool,
What's there,,,?
Sakkili have gotten paid,
This is what it's like on pay day,
Who pays them ?
The Company who runs the business,
Collecting shit is a business ?
Yes, Sir,
it's a profitable one,
But these people are paid a few bucks for that disgusting job,
Hmm,,,
There's a long way to go, Sir,
It's Ok,
Don't go, Sir,
Why ?
They are untouchables,
I can find my way back,
I am not a damn child !
If you want, get yourself dropped,
Sir,,,
You are dirty,
You touched those sakkili women,,,
without washing your body,
don't come to the Bangalow,
Sorry sir,
A funeral procession, Sir,
You people dance when someone dies ?
We don't,
but these low caste people do, Sir,
They happy to Dance this miserable life is over,
And they believe that their next life will not be a pariah life like this,
Can you turn your face to that side,,,
Turn to this side,,,
Yes,
I think I loved her,
You think ?
Yeah,
At least with the ugliness of Rangoon,
she was like an angel,
I mean in the early days,
She was a lovely woman,
Most of the time she was wearing an amber flower in her black hair,
She used to smoke a big cigar,
I loved sharing it with her,
A beautiful woman,
There was no reason not to love her,
Yes,
I loved Josie,
Josie ?
Yes,
Josie Bliss,
What a name !
And so then the angel became a demon ?
That rage couldn't be controlled or tolerated,
She bit me a couple of times,
Love at its best ! Ah,,,
A love terrorist !
You wouldn't believe that,
I was keeping a sharp knife just for my safety,
Right,
You come to the studio for a day,
we will do it properly,
Take those palm leaves out,
He's got a pretty decent body, right ?
I told him to come to the studio,
This light is not right, you know,
Keep those here,
Let' take a picture,
Come on,
Come here,
You,,,
And then what happened ?
You left her,
this 'love terrorist,'
and you ran off ?
There was no other option than to come in secret without telling her,
I came here from Rangoon and on the way, in Calcutta,
I wrote a letter to her,
A poem rather,
I posted it before I left Calcutta,
Oh Maligna, by now you will have found the letter,
by now you will have cried with rage
and you will have insulted the memory of my mother
calling her a rotten bitch and a mother of dogs,
by now you will have drunk alone,
all by yourself, your afternoon tea with your eyes on my old shoes which are empty forever,
and by now you will not be able to recall my illnesses,
my dreams at night, my meals without cursing me out loud
as though I were still there complaining of the tropics, of the corringhis coolies,
of the poisonous fevers which did me such harm,
and of the dreadful Englishmen whom I still hate,
Pablo,
How dare you wrote those lines for a woman that you once loved so much,,?
You are a bastard,
Maligna,
the truth of it,
how huge the night is, how lonely the earth!
I have gone back again to lonely bedrooms,
to cold lunches in restaurants,
and again I throw my pants and my shirts on the floor,
There are no hangers in my room, and nobody's pictures are on the walls,
How much of the shadow that is in my soul I would give to have you back,
the names of the months sound to me like threats,
and the word winter is like the sound of a dismal drum,
Later on, you will find buried near the coconut tree
the knife which I hid there for fear you would kill me,
and now suddenly I would be glad to smell
its steel cookware used to the weight of your hand,
and the shine of your foot:
under the dampness of the ground, among the deaf roots,
in all the languages of men only the poor will know your name,
and the dense earth does not understand your name
made of impenetrable divine substances,
You ?
Yes, It's me,,,
What brought you here ?
You know what brought me here, my Love,
Open,,,!
How could you do that ?
You can't hide from me,
You can hide across the seven seas, but I will still find you,
You knew that I can't even breathe without you,
Ratnaigh,,,
She has come all the way from Rangoon,
I knew she would come,
The woman I told you,,,
That evil one,
The Burmese Panther,
She,,She has come,
She's here,
Don't
Don't let her into the house,
Don't even open the door,
Understand ?
Didn't you say you came without telling anyone ?
How can someone find you ?
That's what I'm telling you,
She's a devil !
Yes, Sir,
She is a devil,
Not a devil,
She is the devil,
She's found the knife that I buried under the palm tree,
Don't let her into the house,
Where are the matches ?
Thank you,
I left everything there,
I leave it all behind,
But I couldn't leave your memory,
How dare you,,,
If your soul leaves me, my body will be lost,
If the body escapes, the soul loses,
You knew that,
You knew that I couldn't live a life without you,
You owe me an explanation,,,
Pablo,
Love is a bait you use on women,
You've never loved,
You,
the great poet,
should know that love for a woman is tears;
A silence dissolved in blood,
You, old bitch,,!
Are you going to sleep with him ?
I'll cut you like a fish,
Ratnaigh,,,
A soup, Give this to your master,
Thank you Madam,
No need for that now,
Clean it in the morning,
Go now,
Get out of here,
Thus it hurts me to think of the clear day of your legs
resting like suspended and firm water from the sun
and the swallow that lives in your eyes sleeping and flying,
and the mad dog that you harbor in your heart,
and thus also I see the dead
who are between us and will be from now on,
and I breathe in the air made of ashes and ruins,
the vast solitary space that surrounds me forever,
I would give this giant wind of the sea for your sudden breath
heard in the long nights unmixed with forgetfulness,
becoming part of the atmosphere as the whip on the horse's skin,
And to hear you urinate,
in the darkness,
in the back of the house,
As though you were pouring a thin, trembling, silvery, persistent honey,
how many times over would I yield up this choir of shadows which I possess,
and the sound of useless swords which is audible in my soul,
and the dove of blood, alone on my forehead,
calling to things which have vanished,
to beings who have vanished,
to substances incomprehensibly inseparable and lost,
I gave you my whole life,
It was an exchange,
I only asked for one thing in return,
Love,
I know you loved me,
I felt it,
And I cherished every bit of it,
Your love healed my soul,
I didn't need anything else,
Only you,
You spread yourself across my entire existence,
and you took all of it with you,
You left a gaping hole in my soul,
Only your love can heal me now,
I can't let you get away with this,
I am the only one who has the right to sleep in this bed next to you,
You can't be happy without me,
You belong to me,
You belong to no one else but me,
And if you do,,,
I will cut you into thousands of pieces with this knife,
Your own knife,
Sir,,?
I had a nightmare,
Ahh,,,
Don't let her in,
Don't talk with her without my permission,
You are not to approach her without consulting me first,
Understood ?
You are here,
Oh, you do not run away
You will answer me to the last cry,
Curl round me as though you were frightened
Even so,
a strange shadow once ran through your eyes
Now,
now too,
little one,
you bring me honey suckle,
and even your breasts smell of it,
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies,
I love you,
and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth,
Pablo,,,
You wrote all these lines, before you even met me,
Is Pablo not in ?
He's in,
He has locked himself inside,
Why ? Is he not well ?
Yes,
Very sick,
Only I can cure him,
And you are Pablo's,,,?
Desire,
I am his desire,
His love,,,
Can I take your picture,,?
My photo ?
Yes,,?
No,
Why ? You don't like it ?
No,
It's not that I don't like it,
I don't exist for you,,,
I exist only for Pablo,,,
I thought your master was in,
The Consulate is closed, on Sundays
Give this to him,
Don't open the gate,,, or the front door,
We have to buy some groceries Sir,,,
Good morning Mr, Pablo!
Stop !
I must put my nets,
in the waves of my past,
and fish out the hate,
I need to get him out of the dream, that he's trapped in,
At the bottom of my heart is the fire of love,
He's responsible of that fire,
That's why I want to fish out the hate from that sea,,,
Let me do it,
Or I'll cut you all in to pieces,
Go, Go,
Consuls like me-honorary receive a miserable salary,
lowest of the entire staff,
And the worst yet,
this salary depends on the income of the consulate,
So, if there are no exports to Chile one month,
there is no money for me,
Hope you understand what I mean ?
A ship leaves in a week,
You have to deliver this order somehow to ship in it,
I will try my best sir,
Bring her inside through the back door,
Back door ?
Yes, The back door,
Pablo,,,
What is going on here ?
- Shh,,,
Why weren't you at the party last night ?
I had no way of leaving the house !
You look strange,
What's the problem ?
Even a fly could've come close to me,
It was a strange form of love terrorism,
I,,,
I really wanted to die,
But I couldn't,
because of that I came here,
I know this story,
How many times have you told me this same story ?
Fuck,,,
Yes,
I'm sorry,,,
Never mind,,,
I've loved so many women,
I slept with them,
But I've never experienced such a deadly romance,
Did she give this to you ?
Who ?
You brought this,,,?
Pablo,
I know how you went wrong,
You think love is a poem;
tried to interpret it with a poem,
It's true honey,
Love is looking for a language,
But, you the great poet,
should know that love exists only when language fails,
So, let love be in search of the language forever,
So, you mean,,,
Shh,,,
You are my love,
Pablo !
Pablo, open the door,
Door opens]
What do you want,,,?
What did I want ?
I wanted everything !
Every bit of you !
Now, I don't want anything,,,
I'm going now,,,
I'm going forever !
Could you believe,
she came all the way from there,
like a storm,
looking for me,
That's love my dear,,,
I hate her,
You are still in love with her,
She came like a storm,
left like a breeze,
Come on, man,
Forget about it,
Let's go to my place for a drink, Eh,,?
Not today my friend,
I want to be alone,
The unavoidable condition of the creative writer,
What ?
Forced loneliness,
Fuck you !
I'm serious,
Hey boy,,,
Come here,
Who is this young man ?
He is the one who told me that you were strolling along the beach,
Sit by this gentleman,
I want to take a photograph,
Look at the camera,
Sakkilies are brought from India to work in tea estates and clean toilets in towns,
So, you too came from India,
Didn't you ?
Yes, Sir,
Sinhala people, we Tamils,
we both came from India thousand years ago, Sir,
We are the true owners of this country,
But these Sakkili people brought by Whites,
to do the filthy work for the Whites,
They are not citizens of this country,
You will wait and see, Sir,
They have to go back when we get the independence,
Do you think you will get independence without a fight from these colonial bastards ?
Yes, Sir, We will get it soon,
And we won't give up the fight Sir,
I don't see you fighting,
I don't see a struggle for freedom here,
Oh no
No, Sir,
In India,
Gandhi Sir, Nehru Sir,
They won't give up the fight, Sir,
Recently, Gandhi Sir was also here, Sir,
No, Sir,
We are Hindus,
We don't drink,
Mhh,,,
Is she the one who cleans the toilet bucket every day ?
Yes, Sir,
She is an outcast Tamil,
Do you use the toilet ?
No, Sir,
Don't ever use it,
It's exclusively for me,
Are you the one, who stopped her coming ?
Aren't you ashamed to sleep with an untouchable ?
Bitch,
Are you insane ?
Are you saying the villagers are lying ?
I'll cut you up and dump you in the ocean,
This man is trying to kill me ! Murderer !
Someone help me !
Stop !
I'll kill you today, whore,
Stop !
Why? Why? Why?
What are you saying, bitch !
Wait,,,
Ahh,,,
Aren't you ashamed to beat a woman ?
What the fuck !
If I don't beat and control my wife who will do it ?
Just get out of here, mister,
Only when she gets a beating she crawls into bed at night like a bitch in heat,
Tell that woman I am not here,
and I will not be at home for a few days,
That's enough,
This piano is terribly out of tune,
I should go,
I'll see you later,
Take this Sir home,
Let's go, Sir,
What?
What are you going to do Rathnaigh?
Come, Sir,
Let's go,
I will take you home,
No, No,
Rathnaigh you get off from the cycle,
In this rain ?
Are you insane ?
I will ride,
No, no it's not appropriate, Sir,
You're a Sir, I'm just a ,,,
No No,,, - Come on Sir, I will drop you,
Give me the umbrella,
No, no Sir, I will ride,
Rathnaigh give me the umbrella man,
Let's walk,
You take the bicycle,
Don't get wet,
Slaps