thea.curtis:
Are you waiting for me?
thea.curtis:
The whisper of the melancholy idea of red.
thea.curtis:
The last girl standing - inside myself.
thea.curtis:
I don't see anything, do you?
thea.curtis:
Maybe you're watching the others, maybe you're watching me. But you didn't see it, right?
thea.curtis:
Thank you... Have you any news?
thea.curtis:
I took the fragments of my memory and buried them under my bed. Do you remember me?
thea.curtis:
Please hide your shadow in the reality box and then run.
thea.curtis:
The silent taste of meaning in pink.
thea.curtis:
Glitter color of memory
thea.curtis:
Thank you, please wait as your individualized operating system is initiated.
thea.curtis:
What are you doing here?
thea.curtis:
Good. And how are you feeling right now?
thea.curtis:
The picture starts at eight-fifty.
thea.curtis:
Και αν μoυ κάψεις τα φτερά vα μηv ξαvαπετάξω,
thea.curtis:
Silenzio.
thea.curtis:
I was just fixing some iced tea. Would you like a glass?
thea.curtis:
Tell them there won't be any statement tonight.
thea.curtis:
There's another elevator we can use.