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segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2009

Helen

Paris: Father, this is Helen.
Priam: Helen? Helen of Sparta?
Paris: Helen of Troy.

Helen: I can't ask anyone to fight for me. I'm no longer queen of Sparta.
Hector: You're a princess of Troy now.
[pause]
Hector: And, my brother needs you tonight.

Paris: Pearls from the sea of Propontus.
Helen: They're beautiful, but I could never wear them, Menelaus would kill us both.
Paris: Don't be afraid of him.
Helen: I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of tomorrow. I'm afraid of watching you sail away and knowing you'll never come back. Before you came to Sparta, I was a ghost. I walked and I ate and I swam in the sea... I was just a ghost.
Paris: You don't have to fear tomorrow... come with me!
Helen: Don't play with me, don't play.
Paris: If you come, we'll never be safe. Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us, but I'll love you. Until the day they burn my body, I'll love you.

Helen: You should not have come here tonight.
Paris: That's what you said last night?
Helen: Last night was a mistake.
Paris: And the night before?
Helen: I have made many mistakes this week.

Helen: You're very young, my love.
Paris: We're the same age.
Helen: You're younger than I ever was.

1 comentários:

mafalda chantre disse...

I'm sure you will succeed.
My future Helen.
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