Scene 2, act 1 , ACTION...

Each man reads his own meaning into New York

And becomes everybody's darling...

Je suis l'enfant de ma féminité...

" I looked and looked at her , and i knew, as clearly as  i know that i will die, that i loved her more than anything i had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf nymphet from long ago- but i loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another's man child. She could fade and wither, i don't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face..."

Encore, encore... 

"Just like life..."

La 'Grosse Pomme' nourrit le cinéma de nos vie...

JE T'AIME...


Encore et encore...
Coco..