arte, cinema, Uncategorized

The secret life of the words

Josef: I thought um, you and I, maybe we could go away somewhere. Together. One of these days. Today. Right now. Come with me.

Hanna: No, I don’t think that’s going to be possible.

Josef: Why not?

Hanna: Um, because I think that if we go away to someplace together, I’m afraid that, ah, one day, maybe not today, maybe, maybe not tomorrow either, but one day suddenly, I may begin to cry and cry so very much that nothing or nobody can stop me and the tears will fill the room and I won’t be able to breath and I will pull you down with me and we’ll both drown.

Josef: I’ll learn how to swim, Hanna. I swear, I’ll learn how to swim.

 

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