Edith: My Dearest, before going to bed last night I crossed off a day… a day that was long and short. Such pain, that plane flew away with my heart. My life, my breath… my sweet boy, my child, my dearest love… your scent is still on my sheets, and my heart sleeps without waking… in the arms of sadness.
Marcel: Darling, I love you. What have you done to me? I miss you.
Edith: I’m depressed, lifeless, as though I’m waiting for something… hold me close against your heart and know that nothing means more to me than you. Bring me back my heart.
If I don’t sing one song at least, I’ll lose faith in myself. Do you follow? - La Môme (Oliver Dahan, 2007)
