As I lie here and stare
The fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care

En la palma de la mano tendremos la luna, 

si nos place.

Si te vas- es como si no existieras,

y como si tampoco yo existiera.

Miro la marca del cuchillo:

¿sanará antes 

de que venga otro extraño

a pedirme agua?

Marina Tsvietáieva

The line begins to blur, Nine Inch Nails

 

I am she who adorned herself and folded her hair

expectantly,

My truant lover has come and it is dark

 Walt Whitman, Leaves of grass [The sleepers]

Woody Allen, Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)


( The subtitles are verses taken from the poem LVII , written by E. E. Cummings in his book ViVa)