"My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on mapswith the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness."
quote del paciente inglés-
Soy mamona. Me encantan estas peliculas y los amores imposibles... sobre todo los posibles donde amas y al final no terminan juntos.
tal vez sea masoquismo en su más pura escencia.
o quizás solo las ganas de un día encontrar el amor. Pero un día lo encontraré, lo sé.
Por mientras, sigo volando donde no existe lo real.
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