rimpocha (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rimpocha) wrote,@ 2009-03-12 00:10:00 |
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My Blueberry Nights
Here is that word on the door. It means “The Key”.
And that’s why it is in russian:
-- What about these?
-- These keys used to belong to a young lad from Manchester England who made plans and had dreams of running every marathon in this country starting in New York. He was going to write a journal about his experiences and ended up running a cafe. Later they were given to a Russian girl who loved collecting keys and watching sunsets. Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys and ended up disappearing into one.
Here is that word on the door. It means “The Key”.
And that’s why it is in russian:
-- What about these?
-- These keys used to belong to a young lad from Manchester England who made plans and had dreams of running every marathon in this country starting in New York. He was going to write a journal about his experiences and ended up running a cafe. Later they were given to a Russian girl who loved collecting keys and watching sunsets. Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys and ended up disappearing into one.
