← (He holds her in his arms, he smiles, he looks at her.) ✎
← Don't smile this morning. Be serious. 🔊✎
← has got up, a strange little smile on her lips, she goes towards the door and on the threshold, softly, she says... ✎
← Antigone looks at her cuffed hands with a little smile. ✎
← looks at her and lets her go with a little smile. He murmurs. ✎
← It's like the wave that comes crashing down on the bridge under your nose; the wind whipping you, and the thing that falls down when you shoot don't have names. Maybe it's the guy who gave you a light and smiled yesterday. He doesn't have a name. And you don't have a name either, clinging to the wheel. Only the boat and the storm have names. 🔊✎
← What will it be, my happiness? What kind of happy woman is little Antigone going to become? What miserable things is she going to have to do, her as well, so that she can gnaw out her little morsel of happiness? Tell me, who's she going to lie to, who's she going to smile at, who's she going to sell herself to? Who's she going to let die while she looks the other way? 🔊✎
← He calmed down all at once, it was almost like he smiled, and he was beautiful. It was over. 🔊✎