I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.
[Celine in Before Sunrise]
I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
Because Love will always find its path. There’s no way you can escape its demands. It will trick your mind like you didn’t thought was possible. You can fight it. Deny it. Lie all you want. But in the end Love will be victorious. And it will drink all your blood. Slowly. Tasting every drop that once pulsated inside you. You will have to realize that you are not the owner of your silky redness. It belongs to Love. And Love will always come back to declare its possession. And only the ones who fight it will be poisoned. Because Love will only taste this good if you believe it. And if you don’t be sure to expect an agonizing death. One where Love will suck every drop of humanity inside you. And you will beg for it to finish. And only at the very end Love will be satiated. And you will no longer be you. Just an empty body with an empty soul. No ambitions and no wills. All infinite. Loveless.
This great evil. Where does it come from? How’d it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who’s doin’ this? Who’s killin’ us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin’ us with the sight of what we might’ve known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed through this night?
Love is just around the corner…
There’s nothing tragic about being 50, not unless you try to be 25.
You see, this is my life! It always will be! Nothing else! Just us, the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark!… All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.
As We Got Older…