domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

My Life Without Me

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.

Isabel Coixet (2003)

2 comentarios:

  1. Me parece que, de cierto modo, ella vivía una vida muy ajena. Pero cuando sintió que se la quitaban, supo cómo demostrarle a los que la quisieron, de mil maneras, lo importante que es dejar huella en los demás.

    Es de las películas más hermosas que he visto.


  2. Qué curioso que yo también publicara un post parecido (:
    En verdad es genial la pela.



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