Sylvia Plath e Ingmar Bergman em vídeo

Mirror

"I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. /What ever you see I swallow immediately / Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. / I am not cruel, only truthful / The eye of a little god, four-cornered. / Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. / It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long / I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. / Faces and darkness separate us over and over. / Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, / Searching my reaches for what she really is. / Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. / I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. / She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. / I am important to her. She comes and goes. / Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. / In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman / Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."           Sylvia Plath"La vieillesse est comparable à l'ascension d'une montagne.Plus vous montez, plus vous êtes fatigué et hors d'haleine,mais combien votre vision s'est élargie !"Ingmar Bergman

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