Through the Forest

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THROUGH THE FORES

Your flowers are so beautiful.

They smell nice.

l look awful.

Mornings shouldn't exist.

You wake up and you see horrors.

What l see is you.

Just like l said.

l mean, the loveliest of visions.

Not at all.

How should l wear my hair?

You'll see.

This way is no good.

lf l make a forelock, it looks punk.

lf you say so.

Do you prefer it like this...

or like this?

Your English has improved.

You're joking.

Never about something so serious.

So l can go to NY with you?

You'll introduce me to Johnson?

Only if you wear your hair right.

ln that case...

This way.

Hey!

Or else...

this way.

Also okay.

You don't know or don't care?

l wouldn't dare.

You're so handsome, you know.

No!

Well, now you do.

Thank you.

And am l pretty?

Bastard.

Armelle, you're not pretty.

You're very pretty.

No, very, very pretty.

Thank you, my pet.

The sun's out.

Great!

Renaud...

The sun's out. Look.

Open your eyes.

You're not going to sleep all day.

My lover is a despicable lazybones.

- l know your song.

- Which one?

You'll see. You listening?

What happened? lt's dark!

Darn! lt's going to rain.

Unbelievable!

lt was sunny a moment ago.

There weren't even any clouds.

Where were the clouds?

Anyway, l don't feel like going out.

l feel like making love

all day long.

Renaud?

Where are you?

See? lt looks like

it's night already.

THREE SlSTERS

They're not dreams, Berenice.

Renaud is there. l can see him.

He touches me.

We talk.

lt's real. lt's genuinely real.

lf l find that book, you'll see

they're all known experiences.

Armelle, Renaud is dead.

lt's been three months.

We'll never see him again.

lt's awful, but true. Renaud is dead.

l know,

but at night he's so present,

so alive.

lt's an illusion.

Maybe it's a sign.

A sign of what?

Armelle, don't torment yourself.

You have to forget and move on.

You'll meet someone else one day.

You'll see, you'll be happy.

You're so small-minded.

Our sister says Renaud comes back

to see her, to make love to her,

and all you can say is,

Forget him, you kook.

Look, Roxane, you and l have spent

whole nights in this bed with her.

We never saw Renaud.

We never saw or heard anything. Ever!

Maybe he only comes when l'm alone.

l found it!

These are accounts of people

who had contact with the dead.

Did you read it?

- No and it scares me.

- l'll read you something.

Don't play around with that, Roxane.

You're hurting Armelle.

l'm helping her.

l'd like to leave

with a clear conscience.

Then goodbye, Berenice my dear.

Keep your mind open

for your nice boss.

l'll take good care of Armelle.

l promise.

Listen.

This is a woman whose husband

has been dead a year.

''One day,

''when l was crying,

''my thoughts obsessed with Jean-Marc,

the phone rang.

''My first impulse was not to answer.

''l wanted to be alone.

''l'd lit a candle, as l liked to do

in these moments of great pain.

''l don't know why, but l couldn't

take my eyes off the flame's glimmer,

''which was reflected in the receiver.

''The phone kept ringing.

''Suddenly, without meaning to,

''my hand picked up the receiver.

''l was stunned to hear

Jean-Marc's gentle voice.

''He said,

''My love! My Louise!

lt's me, Jean-Marc!

''You're not dreaming.

''l wanted you to know l'm fine,

''that l'm waiting for you

in the utmost peace.''

She goes on to say

this happens every day.

Sometimes, she calls, and he answers.

- Think it's true?

- Why shouldn't it be?

l think the dead are somewhere,

that they live somewhere,

and sometimes make contact with us.

Wait!

Are you nuts or what?

Give me that book!

What garbage!

You're incredible.

Believing in this!

Give it back!

You'll both drive me crazy.

What a raving lunatic!

l know someone who had

an experience like that.

Through a medium,

he spoke to a dead person.

Maybe Berenice is right.

Renaud at night may be just a dream.

Nothing at all.

lt's just in my head.

lf you want proof that Renaud

is still with you,

someone else has to furnish it.

Like a medium?

Think he can put me in contact

with Renaud?

For real?

lf you want it with all your heart,

you have to try.

l can help you.

SEANCE:

Please.

You must go. Too negative.

You mustn't come back.

You hear me?

l don't like it.

We shouldn't have come. Let's go.

Go if you want. l'm staying.

...these deltas without sphinxes.

lnherent in the sustaining

maelstrom of phenomena,

it is the infinite aspiration

to the ldeal.

You are the woman

of infinite spirituality.

You still love a man who is dead.

The impetus of the ldeal

has been given in infinite space,

objectivizing itself

into innumerable worlds.

Death.

An accident.

Death in an accident.

A motorcycle in the ocean.

He wants to come back.

Now, he's coming back.

Look around you.

He's coming back.

The sun is for the Earth

the keystone,

the reservoir, the wellspring.

This is why morning and spring

are delights,

why twilight and autumn are deaths.

Armelle...

l'm coming back.

Why won't you let me in?

Let me in.

Armelle, let me in.

The original unconscious need

only be concerned with going higher.

lt has its special labors,

which it surveys on several

hardier, more serious worlds.

Nothing can distract it

from its dream of tomorrow.

And the planets,

which lack the depth to serve...

after following the progress

of the unconscious...

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