Fingers meant to entwine, eyes meant to see you, but forced to turn to these walls of another age…
… no means of escape…
You are still the same, as though I left you only yesterday.
- What has become of you all this time?
- Nothing, since I am still the same.
You are still the same, but you hardly seem to remember.
Remember…
Didn’t we meet at Marienbad last year?
… Remember.
A fost un vis, o parere? Mi-am imaginat? Aminteste-ti…