Hey, would you marry me? How about a lifetime? You and me? Hm? Actually, God, give me eternal life. I'd strain spaghetti for Billy with a racquet every night, I'd stay at home, at the crime scene, with the Long Island skyline behind the glass, I'd trust Abbas with no fear, I'd be a loyal wife... even if I take a cab driven by Jim at 3 am every once in a while, or even if I join Andrei to go beyond the stars. Oh, translucent roll, come here! Don't look to the other side. I'd stand with Federico to watch the frameworks burn, I'd lock myself in a lift with Louise, I'd take puffs with Jean-Pierre and hold my laugh for Jean-Luc. I'd windmill to fall into the river while James is keeping an eye... C'mon... don't tell me it doesn't sound fun. Trust me, I'll love you back. Put your signature here. Here your fingerprints. There we are! Now we need a witness, hmmm... no, we need no one; we are complete; you, shadows and lights, you and me. Our thing is going to last.
I'm still thinking of last night. You are such a gentleman... Really, you bring me back to black and white. I liked your savoir faire from the first word, from the first blink, from the first note. From scratch Jerzy knew what he did, so did Mother Joan. Tonight I'll try to take a night train with them, let's see how much Polish I can catch from my bunk. What a way of looking sideways, Lucyna, what a pair of eyes. Love will beat evil, but it will also make you cry. What is wrong and what feels nice? What is sin and what would be better not to fight? Let's think about that with our lashes, in the dark. There are always lots to discuss. Let's celebrate our honeymoon waiting for the bus with Chantal, we'll head East, Walter will wave his hand when passing by Berlin and we'll arrive just in time to play chess with Satyajit. Masaki will open his house to us. There is so much to see... God, give me eternal life, please... I'd hand scissors to Norma, she'll cut ropes to set the horses free. Charles will be with me also, giving a speech in the limelight. Ángel will leave the door open and Vivien will walk in, glimmering in wine, like a drunken goddess, that dress, those brows.... Let's dance with Alberto and Silvana till the next life... Oh, 16:9, I think I'm speaking too much. I think I've lost my head. I think I've got a crush.
