Benjamin Button: Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance.
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther losing faster: places and names and where it was your meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last or next-to-last of three loved housed went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lose two cities lovely ones. And vaster some realms I owned two rivers, a continent. I miss them but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing is not too hard to master though it may look like disaster.
Un sistema corrupto se corrompe constantemente, y la lógica del terror llega a la conclusión lógica: el humilde conejo acorralado por el zorro no tiene nada que perder si intenta defenderse… y los conejos tienen dientes… y a veces, hasta tienen suerte.
Alfredo: Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible. Right now you're blinder than I am. Salvatore: Who said that? Gary Cooper? James Stewart? Henry Fonda? Eh? Alfredo: No, Toto. Nobody said it. This time it's all me. Life isn't like in the movies. Life... is much harder.
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