J'étais dans ma maison et j'attendais que la pluie vienne

"To be every hour, day and night, to be every hour, just a few steps away, always, and to watch life and death, the fight that's being fought. I'll have nothing else"

The dull ballet of the girls and their occasional outbursts, their pent-up hatreds suddenly exploding, the shouts and whispers, the settling of scores and the final heartbreaks before the final, desperate appeasement. We struggle once again, for the last time, to share the spoils of love, to wrest exclusive tenderness from each other.