Me gusta las personas que dejan marca sin necesidad de herir.
en la disco habían mil, y yo bailando contigo en mi mente
You and your imagination! You think every girl’s a dope. You think a girl goes to a party and there’s some guy, a great big lunk in a fancy striped vest, strutting around like a tiger giving you that I’m-so-handsome-you-can’t-resist-me look. And for this she’s supposed to fall flat on her face. Well, she doesn’t fall on her face. But there’s another guy in the room, way over in the corner. Maybe he’s kind of nervous and shy and perspiring a little. First, you look past him. But then you sort of sense that he’s gentle and kind and worried. That he’ll be tender with you. Nice and sweet. That’s what’s *really* exciting. THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH (1955) Dir. Billy Wilder
“Amar sin poseer, Acompañar sin invadir, Vivir sin depender.”
— Anónimo
