She and her cat (Kanojo to Kanojo no neko)
July 6th, 2008 -- Posted in anime, art, cartoons, movies, special, video | 2 Comments »Author: Makoto Shinkai
What was used to achieve it: Incredibly only a Mac
There are various translations, some rather vague, that I ricopiata by Hd version in which according to many is the most faithful.
"It was early spring and raining that day. For this is her hair that my body was burdened dall'umido smell of rain. The earth continued to turn quiet around its axis and she and I were inzuppati of rain, the heat is disperdeva slow by our bodies. "I'm not at home at this time please leave a message," that day she welcomed me so I became his cat.
She was kind with a mother and beautiful as un'amante therefore m'innamorai suffered her. She lived alone and went out every morning to go to work. I do not know what work did not even know I was interested. I know only that it was beautiful when left home in the morning. His long hair gathered in order, his light touch and scent. I accarezzava his head while saying "I must go", then raddrizzava rose and calzava shoes and opened the heavy iron door. For a little 'remained as the scent of grass after rain. Came the summer and I also found my her: a gattina named minimal. It was small, and there I was pretty well together, but I continue to love the charm of my adult woman.
So my first summer passed and a little 'at a time began to blow a fresh breeze. In one of those days you call after a long long burst into tears. I do not know why but she wept long to my side, I do not believe that it is his fault, I pass their days watching only you and I know that the person is more gentle, more beautiful and better world.
The World continues to turn in a vacuum obscure bringing in its orbit without a goal. The season has changed, now is winter, I see the landscape covered with snow for the first time, I have already seen in some distant memory. The lighter late winter, when she leaves home is still dark outside when wearing heavy coat that appears to be a big gattone. The smell of snow on you, his fingers fragile and cold, dark clouds crossing the sky far. His heart, my state of mind, our room, Snow makes all sounds ovattati But my ears capture clearly the noise of her and train. I and perhaps you love this world. "
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