Days, months, then years go by, the outside world seems so dull that Amelie prefers to dream her life until she's old enough to leave...

Some are used to play with the fire.

Some know how to walk on their stilts

being barefoot and holding burnt candles like flowers,

wandering around the silent streets, on hopeful nights...

Some, just know how to fall.

Long live the Street Theatre!

It fills our nights with its passionate flames,

the gap of our emotions gets replaced by childish astonishment

we all become the poets of our forlorn feelings

and gypsy performers of melancholy tricks...

''-You know, that girl with the glass,

maybe she's thinking about someone.

-Somebody on the picture?

-No.

Rather a young man she saw some place else.

She feels like they're the same, the two of 'em.

-She prefers to imagine a relationship with somebody who's away,

than to create bonds with

those who are there?

-No .

Maybe she's doing everything she can to sort out other people's lives.

-But her ?

Her life,

who's going to take care of that?''

Let's get ourselves burnt up!

Swinging on a candlestick...

you know I was waiting for you.But it was your shadow

that has been roaming the alleyways

of our magical, fire-lit town,passing quickly by me.

It has only been your shadow, so far,only your shadow...

-I'd like to know more.

-Ask me questions.

-What doesn't a swallow make?

-A swallow ? A summer.

-And clothes? -The man.

-When the cat's away . -The mice will play.

-Slow and steady . -Wins the race.

-A rolling stone . -Gathers no moss.

-He that will steal a penny . -Will steal a pound.

-Out of sight . -Out of mind.

-Not bad! -More ?

Όμορφη πόλη, φωνές μουσικές....

(Beautiful town, musical voices...)

''I think that those who know the proverbs can't be bad persons.''

adieu

(photography taken by me, words too except the ones in th italics, coming from the 'Fabulous destiny of Amelie Poulin' movie)