| She smiles.
He: Doesn’t the day not always comes after the night?
She: Things might change.
He: Some of them won’t ever.
He takes a chair from the table and sits down in front of her.
He: Plants need light to grow. People live and die. Water boils at
100°C.
She: Nothing stays ever the same. Nothing! Men and women meet, go for
a walk together, laugh, kiss, argue, embrace, in hotelrooms, on beaches,
in doorways, some of them love each other, then they leave…
He: And sometimes they meet again at the counter of an empty bar.
She: Nothing ever stays the same. If you leave now, you can still catch
the last train.
He: Only details change, not the essential.
She: I know what people like you mean by “the essential”.
He: “People like me”?
She: The armed chevalier, who thinks conquering hearts is like a crusade
to the promised land.
He: I’m not a Christian.
She: Doesn’t matter. Nothing can stop the convinced till they
reach their goal. You are like a bottomless well. You are thirsty for
land, for blood, for women. But you can drink, and drink again, but
inside you’ll always feel as empty.
He: How beautiful you are when you talk about love.
She: I’m not talking about love, I’m talking about war.
He smiles.
He: It’s the same.
She: They have nothing to do with each other! Love can fill you so wholly,
that sometimes it makes you want to throw up.
He: That’s exactly what I said.
She: Ha! I know what makes you so sure.
He: Experience.
She: Foolishness
She finishes her whiskey.
The wind slams the door shut. (bang!)
She: So, you came looking for someone?
He: Yes.
She: A woman?
He: Yes.
She: Why are you looking for her? Did you lose her somewhere?
He: Yes, in the harbour, platform n°8, 17 months and 22 days ago.
She: Men don’t take care.
He: Women aren’t patient.
She: Why? Because they refuse to wait for their sailor to become fed
up with sea, solitude and freedom? What can you expect of a man that
talks about these three things as the most
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