Nothing lived, nothing grew till I loved you. Every sky ever gray, never blue. You were my friend, good friend. And sometimes I would wonder. Could the one to save me possibly be you?.
So you little Italian devils,. You want to know about love?. Saraghina will tell you.. If you want to make a woman happy,. You lie on what you're born with,.
Listen not to ones who preach. Those who feel you're a freak. Everything about you is wrong. You must be sick, you don't belong. . Father said, worry not what they say.
In a very unusual way. One time I needed you. In a very unusual way. You were my friend. Maybe it lasted a day. Maybe it lasted an hour. But somehow it will never end.
My husband makes movies. To make them he lives a kind of dream. In which his actions aren't always what they seem. He may be on to some unique romantic theme.
Guido, pronto. Signore Contini, telephone. Go ahead. . Guido, I was lazing around my bedroom. When an idea occurred to me. I thought you might be. Wondering about Guido.
I love the Black and White. I love the play of light. The way Contini puts his image through a prism. . I feel my body chill. Gives me a special thrill.