Narrator: Amélie still seeks solitude. She amuses herself with silly questions about the world below, such as “How many people are having an orgasm right now?”

Narrator: [Amélie has found Nino’s photo album and his “lost” posters] Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It’s called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants.

Narrator: Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It’s a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.

Amélie: [whispering in theater] I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old movies.

Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain  : http://amelie.xwiki.com/xwiki/bin/view/Main/WebHome

In viteza masinii din oras in oras am observat ca imi las un pic din mine in fiecare loc .

Imi place sa urmaresc pe ascuns oamenii. As putea face un film din reactii si momentele care fac incetul cu incetul parte din mine.

Daca te joci si inventezi jocuri, poate afli ca poti fi mai fericit. Daca indraznesti sa spui ceva ce nu ai face in mod normal…ai putea afla altceva despre tine. Mie de exemplu imi place sa ma joc de-a vatea ascunselea. Imi place sa scriu pe cartonase reguli si imi place sa dau nume obiectelor.

Imi place sa pictez goala…Dar nu am mai facut asta de mult…

Simplitatea unui mac ma seduce mai mult decat aroma complexa a unui crin. Imi place sa valsez prin linistea momentelor.

“They (people in the painting) are long dead but they’ll never be forgotten. The girl with the glass Maybe her thoughts are with somebody else. Somebody in the picture? More likely a boy she saw somewhere and felt an affinity with. You mean she’d rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? Maybe she tries hard to fix other people’s messy lives. What about her? Her own messy life? Who’ll fix that?”

Cred ca picturile si fotografiile au viata si oamenii din interiorul lor inca simt, inca rasufla, prinsi intr-un rai sau intr-un iad in care au fost inchisi fara voia lor. Ai vrea sa traiesti pentru totdeauna? Sau ai vrea sa te joci cu momentele si sa traiesti viata in felul tau?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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