“I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me…”
“I will comb you like music caught in the heads of all the trees in the forest…”
O poveste pe cat de simpla,pe atat de complexa cu atatea momente de tandrete si iubire vadite si intense si inflamabile, cu atat mai tragica in punctul culminat, ce deriva din faptul ca societatea nu intelege si denatureaza sufletele prin prisma prejudecatii, chiar daca erau in America fabulosilor si libertinilor ani ‘50-‘60.
Trairile si sentimentele sunt aceleasi ce le avem noi acum, fiecare detaliu si fiecare bucatica din faptura iubita sunt reliefate subtil, infiorator de dulce, dar atat de real si de direct, incat pare ca traim in acelasi timp si in acelasi asentiment sensational, ce nu se schimba si felul acesta de iubire, pare-se ca nu a fost denaturant de vremuri si oprelisti, ci a ramas definit si practic la fel, nu spun ca s-a inbunatatit pentru ca as jigni senaualitatea trairilor acelor vremuri, nu atat de frivole ori etalate fara perdea, ci pline de subtilitate, erotism si profunzimi nebanuite.
It is one of the most amazing love stories I have ever read, throughout the beginning until the emotional end, as Therese is so young and apparently indecisive, yet still she proved to be exactly the contrary…from the beginning until the end….
“…it was still Carol, an no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and hell. Therese waited. Then as she was about to go to her, Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the small smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before.”
It is a love that crosses feelings and adoring blessings, as simple yet as complex, with every moment of intense, emotional tenderness and somehow hidden, mysterious love , as tragic as the fulminant point that comes out of the fact that the society denies what is different and individuals treat it that way : abominable, in spite of hurting the innocent souls that have fallen for each other , in the fabulous and libertine ‘50’s-‘60’s.
“Their eyes met at the same instant moment, Therese glancing up from a box she was opening, and the woman just turning her head so she looked directly at Therese. She was tall and fair, her long figure graceful in the loose fur coat that she held open with a hand on her waist, her eyes were grey, colorless, yet dominant as light or fire, and, caught by them, Therese could not look away. She heard the customer in front of her repeat a question, and Therese stood there, mute. The woman was looking at Therese, too, with a preoccupied expression, as if half her mind were on whatever is was she meant to buy here, and though there were a number of salesgirls between them, There felt sure the woman would come to her, Then, Then Therese saw her walk slowly towards the counter, heard her heart stumble to catch up with the moment it had let pass, and felt her face grow hot as the woman came nearer and nearer.”
“Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.”
“I know what they’d like, they’d like a blank they could fill in. A person already filled in disturbs them terribly.”
“What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?”
“But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.”
The feelings, the longings, the heart wrenching tide and union between the lovers grow fulminant, in every detail and every inch of the beloved’s being are revealed subtle, yet so real and direct, in such a way that they describe that we live and love just like they did back then, although times have changed, prejudice and love didn’t, they remained unchained, untouched by times and against all odds, they are as intense and as caring as back then, without saying that they have grown better, because it would hurt the times they have lived and loved completely, not as frivolous and obvious as today, yet full of blissful meaning, sensuality and unbelievable profoundness.
“But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.”
“Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered”
“The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was hers alone, like the smell of a special flower.”
“Once the back of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese’s skin there felt seperately alive and rather burning. There could not understand it, but it was so. Therese glanced at her face that was somewhat turned away, and again she knew that instant of half-recognition. And knew, too, that it was not to be believed. She had never seen the woman before. If she had, could she had forgotten?”
“But Carol had not betrayed her. Carol loved her more than she loved her child. That was part of the reason why she had not promised.
She was gambling now as she had gambled on getting everything from the detective that day on the road, and she lost then, too. And now she saw Carol’s face changing, saw the little signs of astonishment and shock so subtle that perhaps only she in the world could have noticed them, and Therese could not think for a moment.”
“And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.”
“A strange girl you are…..flung out of space…”
Don’t miss the movie “Carol (2015)”