Marianne:
You're saying nothing?
Héloïse:
Is that me?
Marianne:
Yes.
Héloïse:
Is that how you see me?
Marianne:
It's not only me.
Héloïse:
What do you mean, not only you?
Marianne:
There are rules, conventions, ideas.
Héloïse:
You mean there's no life? No presence?
Marianne:
Your presence is made up of fleeting moments that may lack truth.
Héloïse:
Not everything is fleeting. Some feelings are deep. The fact it isn't close to me, that I can understand. But I find it sad it isn't close to you.
Marianne:
How do you know it isn't close to me? I didn't know you were an art critic.
Héloïse:
I didn't know you were a painter.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:12