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sexta-feira, fevereiro 25, 2005


À Sexta Damos Música™


Na coluna da direita, quer se queira quer não. Continuamos com Closer, continuamos com o que amamos. O amor tem destas coisas, e quando amamos um todo, veneramos todos os seus fragmentos. Esta semana, dois fragmentos: uma música; e um início – quem sabe, a origem do amor.

EXT. STREET, LONDON – DAY

Morning rush hour. Traffic. Commuters. Office workers.

A young man (DAN) trudging along in the flow of people.

He carries a battered brown brief case, wears a shabby overcoat, suit, glasses, messy hair.

He arrives at traffic lights near Blackfriars Bridge and waits to cross the road. Cars and lorries thunder past.

On the other side of the street he sees a young woman (ALICE) amongst the commuters waiting to cross.

Dan stares, struck by her gamine beauty. She’s lost in thought, smoking. She takes a drag then drops the butt on the ground and treads it in.

Then, she sees Dan staring at her. She holds his gaze. A moment.

She glances to her left and then STEPS INTO THE ROAD. Immediately, she’s hit by a BLACK CAB.








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