the sheltering sky, bertolucci
знойным пекучим полднем, открытым окном, стоячим воздухом, песком на губах, черным чаем.
ветер всполошил, пробившись через балконную дверь, под занавес фильма
am lost after movie watching, ищу книжку теперь
“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life...How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
ветер всполошил, пробившись через балконную дверь, под занавес фильма
am lost after movie watching, ищу книжку теперь
“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life...How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky