You drove a Saab, Rosanna. It suited you perfectly, that car. An expression of your personality, a free spirit refusing those Hollywood codes. I’ll forget neither your Saab, nor your smile, nor that breakfast on Sunset Boulevard, nor the look in your eyes, like a gift.
Tu conduisais une Saab, Rosanna. Elle t’allait bien, cette voiture. Expression de ta personnalité, de ton anticonformisme, de ton refus des codes de Hollywood. Je n’oublierai ni ta Saab, ni ton sourire, ni ce petit-déjeuner sur Sunset Boulevard, ni ce regard, comme un cadeau.
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