| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_39 | ~z~For a street walker and a faithless wife, you have a very ambiguous turn of phrase. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_40 | ~z~She never loved you, Antonio. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_41 | ~z~Who? Who never loved me? |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_42 | ~z~That I do not know. I'm just a voice that only exists in your head. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_43 | ~z~What are you talking about Antonio? As my mother told me about you, |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_44 | ~z~The breathless extent of your dream life is a burden |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_45 | ~z~too many on the prosaic reality of our day to day physical reality. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_46 | ~z~Maria, Maria, Maria, my precious Maria. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_47 | ~z~Your mother, forgive me, but I will not forgive myself if I do not confess. |
| arthoau.oxt | 1.41 | ARTHO_P1_48 | ~z~She was a very ugly woman with a soul she had stolen from the Devil. |