Syracuse:
[Ondine singing as she hand washes clothes in the brook that flows into the cove]
You still here?
Ondine:
You thought I'd be gone?
Syracuse:
No. Thought I'd dreamed it.
Ondine:
You dreamed you fished me from the water?
Syracuse:
Something like that.
Ondine:
So are you still dreaming now?
Syracuse:
Well, that's my mother's coat.
Ondine:
Sorry. I had to wash my dress.
Syracuse:
Doesn't suit the dream.
Ondine:
No?
Syracuse:
No. She was large... my ma, and kinda awkward.
Ondine:
Awkward?
Syracuse:
She... yes, she was not like you.
Ondine:
I can be awkward.
Syracuse:
So can most of us.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:06