Identificazione di una donna

What solitude.
I, who am used to having many friends around.
I like to be among many.
It is beautiful, but sad.
It's the water that is sad.
The sound of the water. Listen, listen.
There is no joy.
Forgive me.
- For what?
- To have brought you here.

It is an illness...
a professional deformation, to be
searching for places like this.

The hope is that loneliness
will trigger imagination.

Do you forgive me?
If you do not forgive me, throw me
into the water and don't look back.

If you throw yourself, I will follow you.
The first tide that passes...
takes me to the middle of the sea,
and ends in the mouth of a whale.

And then you, and all the
men that have loved me..

will go out on the oceans in turn,
searching for the whale.

A little Moby Dick.
- Don't count on it.
- Why?

Because I don't like whales.
Coming here was always satisfying.
I still is to me.
The solitude isn't the reason why.
We always imagine happiness where we are not.