Erland Jansson:
Who are you, really?
Gertrud Kanning:
I am many things.
Erland Jansson:
Who?
Gertrud Kanning:
The morning dew dripping from the leaves of the tree. White clouds sailing, no one knows where.
Erland Jansson:
Who else are you?
Gertrud Kanning:
I am the moon. I am the sky.
Erland Jansson:
Are you anyone else?
Gertrud Kanning:
Yes, I am a mouth. A mouth seeking another's mouth.
Erland Jansson:
Sounds like a dream.
Gertrud Kanning:
It is a dream. Life is a dream.
Erland Jansson:
Life?
Gertrud Kanning:
Yes. Life is a long, long chain of dreams, drifting into one another.
Erland Jansson:
And the mouth you spoke of?
Gertrud Kanning:
A dream.
Erland Jansson:
And the mouth you seek?
Gertrud Kanning:
Also, a dream.
[kiss]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:11