On the screen you can see the Mexican. He is holding delicately her delicate hands. He is looking at her eyes looking at his. She is taller than him; she is the love in his life. He finally says something. Te amo. She doesn’t understand. After three seconds he repeats with some emphasis. Te amo!... Pointless, she doesn’t speak Spanish. She is Czech.
He comes across with a good idea. He repeats confidently in loud and clear voice… Te amo. And the subtitles in Czech appear on the screen. Milujite. He looks the small shinny yellow word, he takes it with his fingers and shows it to her. She now understands and smiles.
She takes the word Milujite and closes her hand over it. The light coming out from the little word comes out too from her hand. Its warm, its bright, its true. She kisses the Mexican. There is no translation for that.
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