le dernier tango a paris
terça-feira, agosto 23, 2005
Paul: It's me again.
Jeanne: It's over.
Paul: That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Jeanne: What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.
Paul: There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.
Jeanne: The rest of it?
Paul: Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.
Jeanne: It's better not knowing anything.
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Hoje apetece-me ir viver para Paris, contigo.
posted by .j. @ 12:37 da tarde,
