{Comptine d'Un Autre Été - Yann Tiersen}

Τα πρόσωπα του "έργου": She

[She]: ...
So you're with someone...
Oh, well...
Ahm..That's great. I mean...it's great!
You know...I wish the best for you.

[She]: ...Right, you already know that. (She laughs slightly)
So...Do you want to...talk about it ?
Tell me how you're feeling and stuff ?

[She]: Me ? Oh, come on. It's all right for me.
(Pause - She turns and looks out of the window)
Well, to be honest, I don't know if it's actually all right, but...
You know. It's ok.
(Pause)
I mean, if you want to talk about it... It's ok...

[She]: Ok. Sure. Let's change that subject.

(Long Pause)
[She]: (She laughs slightly) I came here to meet you and I had so
many things in my mind. So many things to tell you.
And now...Nothing comes up!

[She]: About what ?
You know...Just random things about me and you. (Pause)
About how you make me feel.
(She abruptly, stops talking)

[She]: (She continues as abruptly, as she just had a flash)
Tell me about your trips!
You've visited many new places, didn't you ?

[She]: Tell me about the things that impressed you the most.
That...inspired you.

[She]: Well, that's great!
You know what ? I think that you fit into those places.
You fit well... You fit right here too...But you know...just saying.
(She smiles shyly)
I saw the pictures.
You seemed truly happy...

[She]: Considering...It's nice connecting places with pleasant
moments. That makes you wanna visit them again!
Just, you know, to recall the happy memories.

[She]: Sorry ?
Why I'm not looking at you while discussing, all that time ?
Did I ? (She looks down)
Well, I don't know...(She hesitates)
You know...Sometimes I can't handle my glance.
My emotions are clearly reflected in her.
Anyhow...I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or
something...
(Pause)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that.

[She]: No. I can't.
I feel ashamed somehow about my glance right now.
It may be a bit over emotional. I'm sorry.
(She turns again at the window)

[She]: Yes, you're right.
No apologies.
I really have to work that whole "sorry" thing.
Sometimes it overcomes me.
(Pause)
(She laughs out loud)
It's stupid, I know! Precisely that moment, when I think that
I've got to stop apologising, there comes an invincible need to
apologize for the non-stop apologising!

[She]: Ha! That's a good question!
Why we're having this conversation in english, uh ?
I guess...Is it to improve my english ?
Or...I don't know...You told me once, that you like it when I
speak in english.
(Pause)
You made me want to do my best.

[She]: Yeah, in english...In everything.
That's important.
There are many people around me, who release my miserable "ego".
The whining one.
The pessimistic.
Mostly the sad one.
But...you put out my best.
You motivate me in some way.
Even if it comes to english, mathematics, communicating or
writing poems.
(She stops)
Oh Lord! I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening to me and I
say all these strange things.

[She]: That's right. I forgot about the apologies...
I'm talking all this time incessantly, while I was just saying
that you bring out the best of me.
Well, I think I failed that one too.

[She]: Oh yeah! Right! You gotta go, you have to catch the bus.
(She checks the time)...And you 'll be late...
(Long Pause)
So...Nice talking to you after so long...
Well... have a good night,
and...Good luck.

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