quinta-feira, fevereiro 14, 2008

AMOR


O Amor é uma prisão.
"I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time,
even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what
to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me.
We'd have long conversations, the two of us.
lt was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you.
I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up
in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded.
I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was
nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped.
You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time.
Every man has your voice".

Jane talking to Travis

3 comentários:

ana de toledo disse...

Eu amo esse filme desde que o vi, pela primeira vez, em 84!!!
Aluguei pro Fabio ver e ele gostou muito.
A Nastassja está um abuso de linda, né???

Mari Migliacci disse...

nossa. bonito
tirou de onde? (tá entre aspas...rs)
beijo

alcides disse...

Foi o terceiro filme que eu assisti (ou quarto) do Win Wenders, chama-se Paris Texas, seus filmes sáo inesquec[iveis, a saber\ Asas do desejo,Táo longe, táo perto, Atë o fim do mundo,O céu de Lisboa, Meu amigo Americano, ele fez mais que eu ainda náo assisti, e se tratando deste diretor acho que to perdendo coisa boa. Sou fá incondicional dele e do David Lynch