Paris, Texas

paris, texas

Durante años, casi diariamente, mientras estudiaba en Santiago, me quedaba dormido con la mirada profunda de Nastassja Kinski con su sueter rojo en un poster de color azul. Me encantaba esta escena de Paris, Texas:

TRAVIS: If you turn off the light in there, will you be able to see me? JANE: I don’t know. I never tried. She gets up, walks to the door and switches off the light. Travis turns the table lamp so that it shines directly on his face. It works: the mirror reverses, and now Jane can see him, while Travis can only see himself. Jane kneels down in front of her window again. TRAVIS: Can you see me? JANE:Yes. TRAVIS: Do you recognize me? JANE:Oh, Travis.