the most beautiful love affair i could fantasize about was made into a film... and these are some of my favorite parts....
The fifth was a "Cornflower",
the nickname for the class .
He was five months shy .
These days, everything scared him.
French canons short-firing,
the wind that heralded
the mustard gas attacks,
executions to set an example.
He hadn't been like that before,
quite the opposite,
braving storms as he helped
lighthouse keepers.
And then came one shell too many.
There you go... The winning ticket
back to your fiancée.
The ticket for a court-martial.
The first time
Mathilde and Manech made love,
he fell asleep,
his hand on her breast.
Each time his wound throbs,
Manech feels Mathilde's heart
in his palm.
Each beat brings her closer to him.
If Manech were dead,
Mathilde would know.
Since the death notice,
she stubbornly
holds on to her intuition,
like to a flimsy wire.
She never gets discouraged.
And Mathilde
is of a cheerful disposition.
If that wire doesn't lead her
to her lover, never mind...
she can always use it as a noose.
..............................
Tell me, Cornflower,
you've no one to write to?
A fiancée?
Mathilde.
Her name is Mathilde.
I hear her heart beating,
like Morse code.
We're engaged.
Luckily, we won't have to wait
till the end of the war.
Now I can go straight home
after the execution.
...................................
In what she would refer to as
her "Milly Expedition",
the sun, the sky
and nature are with her.
As a true lady, she made
every effort to look her best.
Dressed in white for freshness,
lipstick for the occasion,
eyebrows shaped.
But none of that black
which lengthens the eyelashes.
She knows that tears
can make a mess of it.
He knows about your visit.
We said
And Mathilde
is of a cheerful disposition.
If that wire doesn't lead her
to her lover, never mind...
she can always use it as a noose.
..............................
Tell me, Cornflower,
you've no one to write to?
A fiancée?
Mathilde.
Her name is Mathilde.
I hear her heart beating,
like Morse code.
We're engaged.
Luckily, we won't have to wait
till the end of the war.
Now I can go straight home
after the execution.
...................................
In what she would refer to as
her "Milly Expedition",
the sun, the sky
and nature are with her.
As a true lady, she made
every effort to look her best.
Dressed in white for freshness,
lipstick for the occasion,
eyebrows shaped.
But none of that black
which lengthens the eyelashes.
She knows that tears
can make a mess of it.
He knows about your visit.
We said
a young girl he'd dearly loved
was coming here.
He asked your name
and found it very beautiful.
He's in the garden.
He's waiting for you.
.............................
Does it hurt when you walk?
Want to see what I'm doing?
I'll show you later,
when it's finished.
But why are you crying?
Mathilde leans back
against her chair,
folds her hands in her lap
and looks at him.
In the sweetness of the air,
in the light of the garden,
Mathilde looks at him.
She looks at him...
She looks at him...
and found it very beautiful.
He's in the garden.
He's waiting for you.
.............................
Does it hurt when you walk?
Want to see what I'm doing?
I'll show you later,
when it's finished.
But why are you crying?
Mathilde leans back
against her chair,
folds her hands in her lap
and looks at him.
In the sweetness of the air,
in the light of the garden,
Mathilde looks at him.
She looks at him...
She looks at him...
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