- time is like a circle which is endlessly described. The declining arc is the past. the inclining arc is the future.
- your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips. our silence, our words. light that goes, light that returns. a single smile between us, in quest of knowledge, i watched night create day while we seemed unchanged. beloved of all, beloved of one alone
your mouth silently promised to be happy.
away, away, says hate;
closer, closer, says love.
- your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips. our silence, our words. light that goes, light that returns. a single smile between us, in quest of knowledge, i watched night create day while we seemed unchanged. beloved of all, beloved of one alone
your mouth silently promised to be happy.
away, away, says hate;
closer, closer, says love.
{alphaville, une étrange aventure de lemmy caution, jean-luc godard, 1965}