8.9.2012 | 02:20
Our Lovers
[ας μου συγχωρεθεί το αγγλικό, αλλά η μετάφραση το αδικεί]"...We meet people and fall in love. And when we part, they leave marks for us to remember them by. Our lovers sculpt us. They define us for better or worse. Like a pinball, we slam into them rebounding in a different direction, propelled by the contact. After the parting, we might be scarred, but stronger or more fragile, more needy. Our lovers linger like ghosts haunting the corridors and deserted rooms, sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming. Invisible but always waiting..."Being Human [UK] Series 1 ep.5