Enquanto estás aqui, pele contra pele, enquanto te sinto o corpo e te roubo suspiros de felicidade, o meu espírito navega longe. Por outras cidades, de outros países, de mundos distantes. E nesses sítios baldios e belos, longe do teu cheiro de lápis-lazúli, dos teus cabelos de paixão, sonho acordado. E dentro do sonho é contigo que sonho…
E se mesmo dentro do véu onírico, houver um novo sonho a ser sonhado, serás sempre tu. Será sempre contigo.
Estarei longe daqui. Estarei longe até de mim. Mas o meu coração só trauteia a tua melodia…
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Nicole: Daddy, can I talk to you about something?
Andre: Of course. You can talk to me about anything.
Nicole: Anything?
Andre: Anything at all. What is it? Tell me.
Nicole: Promise not to yell.
Andre: I promise. Now tell me.
Nicole: It's really not that bad.
Andre: Tell me.
Nicole: You said you wouldn't yell.
Andre: That was not yelling, trust me.
Nicole: I told Ben you weren't my father.
Andre: Why?
Nicole: Because I wanted to impress him.
Andre: What did you tell him I was? A famous pianist? A writer? What?
Nicole: [she takes a deep breath] I told him you were my lover.
Andre: Are you serious?
Nicole: Yes.
Andre: Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking about?
Nicole: You're yelling.
Andre: Of course I'm yelling! My daughter tells some stranger that her father is her, her...
Nicole: *Lover*!
Andre: Oh, God! I hate that word. It's so... so graphic.
O Beijo, Rodin
« L'amour, c'est ce qui se passe entre deux personnes qui s'aiment. » ............................................................................Marcel PROUST
Sobre mim
My Father the Hero, 1994
Nicole: Daddy, can I talk to you about something?
Andre: Of course. You can talk to me about anything.
Nicole: Anything?
Andre: Anything at all. What is it? Tell me.
Nicole: Promise not to yell.
Andre: I promise. Now tell me.
Nicole: It's really not that bad.
Andre: Tell me.
Nicole: You said you wouldn't yell.
Andre: That was not yelling, trust me.
Nicole: I told Ben you weren't my father.
Andre: Why?
Nicole: Because I wanted to impress him.
Andre: What did you tell him I was? A famous pianist? A writer? What?
Nicole: [she takes a deep breath] I told him you were my lover.
Andre: Are you serious?
Nicole: Yes.
Andre: Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking about?
Nicole: You're yelling.
Andre: Of course I'm yelling! My daughter tells some stranger that her father is her, her...
Nicole: *Lover*!
Andre: Oh, God! I hate that word. It's so... so graphic.
O Beijo, Rodin
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