I have always found something in life worth singing about and for that I cannot apologize.
[Corelli]
[Pelagia]: I wrote to you every day. A hundred letters... and not a single reply.
[Mandras, takes out her letters from his coat]: I never learned... to read or write.
[Pelagia]: Why did you save him? Why didn't you leave him to die?
[Mandras]: I wanted you to love me again.
[pulls out 100 letters]
In Albania, I made them read every one of these to me...
'Mandras, I
love you,' 'Mandras, I want you,' 'Mandras, when are you coming back?'
And then one day, a different letter.
'I don't know how to describe my
feelings.
It's as if I have been waiting a hundred years to hear from
you,
waiting a hundred years for you to return.
Once, my heart was
overflowing with love for you, but now all I feel is emptiness.
And I
think it was all just a pretense, that I never loved you at all.'
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an
earthquake, and then it subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make
a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots are become so
entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not
excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day.
It is
not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your
body.
No... don't blush.
I am telling you some truths.
For that is just
being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love
itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.
Doesn't
sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
[Iannis]
Antonio, I do not know if this
letter will reach you, or even if you are alive.
Perhaps someone else
sent your record, and that is why we found no note.
I would like to say
that Pelagia is happy, but she is full of tears she will not let fall,
and of a grief no doctor can mend.
She blames herself for the pain we
have suffered, and perhaps the same is true for you.
You know I am not a
religious man, but I believe this: if there is a wound, we must try to
heal it.
If there is someone whose pain we can cure, we must search till
we find them.
If the gods have chosen that we should survive, it will
be for a reason.
[letter from Iannis before the great earthquake strikes]
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