shaolintao a écrit :
Mais de rien je suis un admirateur de Chewie également, allez Chicco mets la gomme...
"
Keep your distance, though, Chewie. But don't look like you're trying to keep your distance."
[Chewbacca growls]
"
I don't know. Fly casual."
Et encore :
Leia: —
I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee.
Han: —
I can arrange that. You could use a good kiss !
Ou :
"
Chewie and I try to avoid trouble—"
Et enfin le grand discours funèbre :
I saw him, don't you get it ?
I saw him standing there as the moon hit Sernpidal.
The air just combusted.
He was standing there, roaring, screaming.
The light turned him black.
Just a silhouette.
Then it ate into him.
I saw his bones.
They turned black, too.
Then white. So white. I couldn't watch.
Then nothing.
My best friend, my only true friend, and I let him die.
How am I supposed to live with that ?
How do I get that out of my head ?
Tell me !
Bon, allez, j'arrête de faire semblant de me tromper de topic !
(
J'arrive pas à poster de musique en ce moment. J'y arrive pas avec mon phone. )
«Wir leben unter finsteren Himmeln, und –es gibt wenig Menschen. Darum gibt es wohl auch so wenig Gedichte. Die Hoffnungen, die ich noch habe, sind nicht groß. Ich versuche, mir das mir Verbliebene zu erhalten. »
Paul Celan, 18 mai 1960, Lettre à Hans Bender.