sábado, abril 15, 2006

The fantastic tale of Patrick "Kitten" Braden


Kitten: And the other thing about the Phantom Lady was, Bert, she realized, in the city that never sleeps...
Bertie: What did she realize, Kitten?
Kitten: That all the songs she'd listened to, all the love songs, that they were only songs.
Bertie: What's wrong with that?
Kitten: Nothing, if you don't believe in them. But she did, you see. She believed in enchanted evenings, and she believed that a small cloud passed overhead and cried down on a flower bed, and she even believed there was breakfast to be had...
Bertie: Where?
Kitten: On Pluto. The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto.

1 comentário:

Rafa disse...

A minha inerente condição de besta, inibe-me o visionamento de obras sustentadas por pilares narrativos que mimetizam tipos específicos de vivências.
Mas embora avesso, arrisco quando bem aconselhado;- raramente me arrependo, restando-me engolir em seco.
Esta provavelmente vai ser mais uma lição. Obrigado pela dica Miss. K