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C’est la traversée du fleuve.
L’histoire de ma vie n’existe pas.
Night. Country’s the only place where they have night left.
That was not humility.
Anywhere you go, you can still ask what it’s all for.
It isn’t like anything else.
There was a silence between them.
Sun must be down, it’s getting cold.
The place still empty?
A place you get lost in.
The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.
The world is a big place.
Rest for a moment; take your time.
It will tell you where you ought to be going and the rest is up to you.
The sky was as clear as a window one morning.
And I was disappointed.
Je décidai de passer la matinée ainsi, sans bouger.
L’amour est la chose la plus douce et la plus vivante.
Les jours passèrent.
Au fond de la mer, au fond du temps, au fond du plaisir…
La vie bourgeoise, élégante, organisée.
Je fermai les yeux, le soleil m’engourdissait.
Des instants épanouis, sans cohérence.
I believed the world was mine, all I had to do was reach out and take it.
He’s air-borne, light as air.
He would never be able to tell anyone and he would never be able to forget it.
Shhh! Don’t tell anybody, friend, but – I’m in love.
Other things that weren’t what they seemed to be.
The only thing she could do was to go away and never come back.
It was inside her head and she couldn’t get it out.
Acknowledging their pain, commiserating with each other.
The sounds were confusing.
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.
Do you think it will take very long?
That was how it started. As simply and as easily as that.
The shiny, polished dance floor looked enormous.
Nobody knows where he went.
She knew she was doing a fine job.
He is proving all kinds of things to himself.
That isn’t enough evidence for a complaint.
She never quite got over that first glimpse of the outside of the house.
That’s all a sunset was: an exultation of dirt and dust.
Some of the clouds were beginning to be stained by the sinking sun.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Do you think I don’t know about that?
Have I been to this place before?
Never apologise and never explain.
Where would we like to go?
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