Thirty Seconds of Denail

The Moon Inside the Room

Camille and Paul

Paul:

Tu as changé depuis aujourd’hui.

Camille:

Non. C’est juste que je te vois différemment.

Paul:

Qu’est-ce que ça veut dire ?

Camille:

Que tu es toujours le même.

Paul:

Et c’est grave ?

Paul:

Je n’ai rien fait.

Camille:

C’est justement ça.

Paul:

Mais j’étais là.

Camille:

Non. Tu étais de ton côté.

Paul:

Quel côté ?

Camille:

Le côté d’où l’on regarde.

Paul:

Camille.

Camille:

Ne prononce pas mon nom comme ça.

Paul:

Je t’aime.

Camille:

Je sais.

Paul:

Tu exagères.

Camille:

Peut-être.

Paul:

Qu’est-ce que tu veux de moi ?

Camille:

Plus rien, je crois.

Paul:

Tu n’y crois pas.

Camille:

Non. Mais je commence à y arriver.

Paul:

Du hast dich seit heute verändert.

Camille:

Nein. Es ist nur so, dass ich dich jetzt anders sehe.

Paul:

Was soll das heißen?

Camille:

Dass du immer noch derselbe bist.

Paul:

Und ist das schlimm?

Paul:

Ich habe doch nichts getan.

Camille:

Genau das ist es ja.

Paul:

Aber ich war doch da.

Camille:

Nein. Du warst auf deiner Seite.

Paul:

Auf welcher Seite?

Camille:

Auf der Seite, von der aus man zuschaut.

Paul:

Camille.

Camille:

Sag meinen Namen nicht so.

Paul:

Ich liebe dich.

Camille:

Ich weiß.

Paul:

Du übertreibst.

Camille:

Vielleicht.

Paul:

Was willst du von mir?

Camille:

Nichts mehr, glaube ich.

Paul:

Das glaubst du nicht.

Camille:

Nein. Aber ich komme langsam dahin.

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Short scenes in which a person almost tells the truth, then saves themselves from it.

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"The image tells more than a sentence. The room, the face, and the light reveal what language has just successfully avoided."

Marion and Claudette

Marion: Du warst bei ihm.

Claudette : Ja.

Marion: Warum?

Claudette: Weil ich wollte …weil ich wissen wollte, ob ich es wollen würde. Das ist ein Unterschied.

Marion: Und?

Claudette: Wir haben die ganze Nacht nur geredet. Über dich, übrigens.

Marion: Aber nein.

Claudette: Das ist Treue. meine Liebe.

Giovanni and Lidia

Sie : Sie atmete ruhig, als hätte sie der Welt für einen Moment vergeben.

Ich sah sie an und dachte, so muss Liebe sein, wenn sie nichts beweisen will.

Er: Wer hat das geschrieben?

Sie: Du.

Elle

„Je ne veux pas le quitter, je veux seulement savoir si j’en serais capable.“

„Ich will ihn nicht verlassen; ich will nur wissen, ob ich dazu in der Lage wäre.“

Elle

« Ne te souviens pas de moi. J’ai disparu avant que tu ne m’aies vu. »

‚Don’t remember me. I disappeared before you saw me.‘

Louise

„La seule expérience qui me manque, c’est la solitude – et la souffrance qu’elle apporte.“

„Das Einzige, was mir fehlt, ist die Einsamkeit – und das Leid, das sie mit sich bringt.“.

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