Blueberry Pie – Beijo Roubado
Calei a voz que gritava aqui dentro: ‘Você sabe o que tem do outro lado, não abra!’ e arrisquei. Às vezes, por presunção e medo, perdemos a oportunidade de sermos, positivamente, surpreendidos.
Jeremy – If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn’t be up to me to decide, should it?
Elizabeth – I guess I’m just looking for a reason.
Jeremy – From my observations, sometimes it’s better off not knowing, and other times there’s no reason to be found.
Elizabeth – Everything has a reason.
Jeremy – Hmm. It’s like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished… but there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
Elizabeth – So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy – There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just… people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie…
Katya – Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can’t be opened. Can they?
Jeremy – Even if the door is open, the person you’re looking for may not be there, Katya.
Elizabeth – When you’re gone, all that is left behind are the memories you created in other people’s lives…
… at the end of that night, I decided to take the longest way to cross the street.
Elizabeth – The last few days, I’ve been learning not to trust people and I’m glad I’ve failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are and each reflection makes me like myself a little more.. . . “But if you don’t char / The light won’t hit your eye And the moon won’t rise / Before it’s time” . . Um beijo roubado – My Blueberry Nights [trilha:The Story – Nora Jones] . .