the e. patient

Katharine Clifton: You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.
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Almásy: I just wanted you to know: I'm not missing you yet.
Katharine Clifton: You will.
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Almásy: Swoon, I'll catch you
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Katharine Clifton: Will we be alright?
Almásy: Yes. Yes, absolutely.
Katharine Clifton: "Yes" is a comfort. "Absolutely" is not.
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Almásy: New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.
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Almásy: Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again
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Katharine Clifton: My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness.
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не знам защо чаках толкова дълго за този филм. всеки път когато някой го споменаваше си казвах: да, знам че е хубав; да, знам трябва да го гледам; явно, ето и на него му дойде времето. добре, че беше дес да си го взема от нея.

и накрая онова позабравено познато мартенско чувство:
искам да се влюбя отново, без някой да ми казва "внимавай какво си пожелаваш!", като изгубено влюбване, в което се впускаш, забравяш, не мислиш, просто действаш и знаеш, че така трябва, защото е хубаво и ти е достатъчно.
ето поисках го, посмях, да видим кога!