Sunday, 17 February 2008

Rainy Sunday.

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Ok, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing", and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."







5 comments:

Fétido said...

Lo malo de desayunar en Tiffany's es que te dejas el presupuesto de toda la película. Eso sí, da un glamour que te cagas.

Mr. TAS said...

aún añadiría un detalle a lo que dice fétido, da un glamour que te cagas, ¡por las bragas!

El lunático Barry said...

Bonita escena, aunque mi favorita es ella cantando Moon....
MARAVILLOSA

Tale said...

i guess you turn and turn trying to quit a neverending maze.

just be urselve. just go. just listen your nonspoken words.

kssssssssssss

Tamaruca said...

¡Oh!