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- Ben j'sais pas je lui dirai que...
- Dis-lui que tu m'as aidé à réparer le congélateur...
- Oui, oui oui je lui dirai. Oh puis non. Non je lui dirai qu'j'me sens mieux qu'ça va mieux, 'fin que j'respire quoi. J'respire.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden - Funeral Blues
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.
Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray.
Ada: You wouldn't come inside.
Inman: I wouldn't come inside.
Ada: I had to carry a tray to come out and see you.
Inman: The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking.
Ada: Everyday of my waiting...
- Non.
- Ah, alors mon grand, imagine-toi un champ de boutons d'or, où passerait une rivière, le mois d'avril... Tu bois le mois d'avril ! C'est un vin rare, un peu enfantin et qui ne voyage que rarement.