Extraño momento en que siento que la gente de las peliculas me está hablando directamente a mi...
“You know
what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no
guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact,
people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only
chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild
thing”, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby,
you’re already in a cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the
west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
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