domingo, 16 de dezembro de 2012
Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
Hiroshima mon amour (Alain Resnais, 1959)
Etiquetas:
Alain Resnais,
Hiroshima mon amour,
marguerite duras