The Squall

Irma:
Oh, I hate squalls. They only make everyone so unhappy. I'd like somebody to tell me why we have them?

Uncle Dani:
Perhaps there's a reason, Irma. God gives us shadows, that we may know light. He gives us sorrow, that we may know joy.

Maria:
True.

Josef:
Quite, true.

Uncle Dani:
And perhaps, he sends the squall, that we may learn the beauty of Olympic sky.

Nubi:
Always, the gypsies, they sing. Weird and sad. When the big sun have breathe of fire that burns and when the pale moon look from behind cloud and breathe air as cold as death. They sing. But, the girl the gypsies, they steal, she never sing. Never. Always she cry inside. All the tears of her heart. Because she has no one to love. They go. They go for always. Nubi, she say, no more gypsies. No more, Nubi cry.

Lena:
What? Not working again?

Nubi:
Oh, Nubi, she no like to work. Make the hands ugly.

Nubi:
Good afternoon, Master Paul.

Paul:
Good afternoon, Nubi. Why do you let those fellows make love to you?

Nubi:
Oh, Nubi, she cannot help if the man try to kiss her.

Josef:
You belong to a kind who makes others suffer.

Nubi:
Nubi belong to a kind who suffer only for love.

Josef:
Didn't you know that Peter was Lena's pal. Don't you know that its wrong and wicked to take a man from his girl?

Nubi:
I not want to take him. He want to take me! Always the man who wants Nubi and always she get the blame for the trouble. Can Nubi help, can she be beautiful?

Josef:
Do you love him?

Nubi:
No, I hate him! Nubi hate the slave. She love only her master. You want, Nubi, she should go, master?

Paul:
Don't you suppose I feel rotten enough about this whole affair now? Well, I do. I do. Damnation!

Josef:
Of course, I should have known. It is isn't love that's bothering him, it's sex.

Maria:
Oh Josef, please! It shocks me terribly to hear you speak that way about our boy.

Paul:
You belong to me!

Nubi:
i belong to know one! I be free like the cloud that pass.

Nubi:
Oh, Paul. We be crazy that night. The moon shine so brightly.

Paul:
The moon will shine again, Nubi.

Nubi:
Maybe. But, Nubi, she will not listen.

Paul:
You can't do that Nubi! You can't drive a fellow crazy and then throw him over for someone else!

Nubi:
What you mean, someone else? Paul, you be crazy.

Paul:
I know. It's the fire in my veins. It's driving me mad.

Josef:
Get up! What are you doing? Get up!

Nubi:
I am kissing your shadow.