"She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal.
-Give me a kiss, she said.
His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her.
With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. they pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour."
James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as Young Man".
Porque hemos vuelto a caminar por el mismo camino. Porque hemos vuelto a recuperar la amistad que nos unió en un principio, alejado del sexo y la pasión en la que nos habíamos envuelto.
Después de la tormenta, viene la calma. Después de la indiferencia, vuelve el amor ...
La película que nos unió, allí, abrazados en el cine. Yo, muerta de frío. Tú, me pasas el brazo por detrás para acercarme a tu cuerpo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEsMNODj8YU
Me alegro que ganase el Oscar, es de las pocas veces que estoy de acuerdo, ya que veía poco probable que ganase el Intercambio, aunque es muy buena película.
Pendientes: Gran Torino y A Ciegas (Por fin cine que merece la pena ver)
Fin...
