Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi ! nulle trahison ?...
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine !

…I won’t give up…

I just want to see it to take shape…

                                                to grow up…

                                                                  and to turn into something stable…

You know it!

You know it’s the only thing I care…

I’m playing this game through and through…

I put my heart on the gambling table…

And you?

Here I am and I don't have much to say
It seems so strange to stare at you and to feel this way
Feel this way

Here I am and I don't really know this time
The phone can ring off the hook I don't mind
I don't mind

Love is lonely (I don't mind) love is cruel (I don't mind)
Love is only for a fool, for a fool
So here I am and I'm not really sure right now
Shut the shade the light's too bright and I don't feel so well
Feel so well

Here I am and I don't really care this time
The record skips and stammers the beat and repeats the line

Repeats the line

So here I am

In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have... in my entire being.

Danielle: A bird may love a fish senore, but where would they live?
DaVinci: Then we will have to give you wings.

Hello.

Hello.

 Are you well?

I fear that I am not myself today.

I feel as if my skin is the only thing

keeping me from going everywhere at once.

There is something I must tell you.

And I you.

Oh, here. Your book,

you left it in the carriage yesterday.

 Your Highness...

 Henry

I cannot stay long, but I had to see you.               

There is much to say.

Come.

I want to show you something.

I used to play here as a boy.

It was my father's most cherished retreat...

...before the war.

It's beautiful.

I've measured my life by these trees...

...starting here...

...all the way up there.

And still they grow.

So much life to live...

...but I no longer imagine it alone.

You're not making this easy.

I have not slept for fear I would wake

to find all this a dream.

Oh, last night, I had a revelation.

I used to think, if I cared at all,

I would have to care about everything...

...and I'd go stark raving mad.

But... now I've found my purpose.

It's a project actually inspired by you.

I feel...

...the most wonderful...

...freedom.

It wasn't me

Nicole.

You are unlike any courtier I have ever met.

Tomorrow, at the masque...                  

...I shall make it known to the world.

Why did you have to be so wonderful?

Now, then.

What was it you wanted to tell me?

Simply that...

...last night was the happiest night of my life…

My great-great-grandmother's portrait hung in the university up until the Revolution. By then, the truth of their romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.  

Non t'amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio
o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco:
t'amo come si amano certe cose oscure,
segretamente, tra l'ombra e l'anima.

T'amo come la pianta che non fiorisce e reca
dentro di sé, nascosta, la luce di quei fiori;
grazie al tuo amore vive oscuro nel mio corpo
il concentrato aroma che ascese dalla terra.

T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove,
t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio:
così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti
che così, in questo modo in cui non sono e non sei,
così vicino che la tua mano sul mio petto è mia,
così vicino che si chiudono i tuoi occhi col mio sonno.

                       - Pablo Neruda -

Where do angels go when they die?

Not that you're the one
Not to say I'm right
Not to say today
And not to say a thing tonight

But suffice it to say
We're leaving things unsaid
We sing ourselves to sleep
Watching the day lie down instead

And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead

We're both pretty sure
Neither one can tell
We seem difficult
What we got is hard as hell

A hundred thousand words could not quite explain
So I walk you to your car

And we can talk it out in the rain

And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead
And we are leaving some things unsaid

I can sing myself to sleep
No more

Not that you're the one
Not to say I'm right
Not to say today
And not to say a thing tonight