| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_29 | ~z~Why must things always be so simple but so endlessly complicated with you Antonio? |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_30 | ~z~Yes, Maria, with you things... they are not so complicated. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_31 | ~z~The butcher comes, |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_32 | ~z~you open your legs. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_33 | ~z~The police comes to arrest me, |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_34 | ~z~you open your legs. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_35 | ~z~The priest comes for confession, again. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_36 | ~z~We know the outcome. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_37 | ~z~You'd like to see yourself as a victim, Antonio. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_38 | ~z~But in this life, we are only prisoners of the jails we ourselves construct. |