Re: Lenguaje universal.... ;-) .... compartamos.
jejeej..
me parece que pronto le estaré cantando el te vas y te vas y te vas........
Espero que su fuerza de voluntad sea al menos similar a la de Akyre.......... por cierto un saludín para aquella chica........ por ahi le escribo de nuevo... un abrazo a ambos
Lo que sí puedo afirmar con toda seguridad es que este epígrafe, no será lo mismo sin Ud.
aquí le va mi despedida
[video=youtube;LR4j8iWu-OI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR4j8iWu-OI[/video]
farewell lutnenent
no encontré la escena en youtube pero no quería dejar de mostrarle de dónde viene
http://www.google.com.gt/url?sa=t&r...Pr3OPv4-dMjH4hH2Q&sig2=0ZmlSreeJAsNjNPC9eLS9A
Una amistad que nace de un antagonismo cultural insalvable por desconocidos........ (termina con la escena que le presente , el farewell)
Pagina 37
They're streaming past him. FIVE MOUNTED WARRIORS bunched
around Cisco: raw, powerful men on painted, feathered ponies.
Wind In His Hair is one of them.
Their faces are streaked with colorful designs, their weapons
slung around the shoulders, their nearly naked bodies all
sinew and bone. They are the full and breathtaking glory of
war.
Dunbar is struck dumb. He stands still as the pageant passes
in front of him.
The sight of Dunbar troubles Wind In His Hair, so much that
he pulls up a hundred yards away. He sits a moment on his
whirling pony, trying to decide if he should confront this
white god.
He makes a warrior's choice. Wind In His Hair shouts to his
fellows to go on and charges down the slope... straight for
Dunbar.
Dunbar's eyes are fixed on the closing horseman. He can't
move.
Wind In His Hair is coming flat out, his lance extended. At
the last moment he pulls up so hard that the black pony skids
to a sit. The horse is up quickly and hard to manage. He
pitches back and forth only a few feet in front of Lieutenant
Dunbar.
WIND IN HIS HAIR
I am Wind In His Hair. Do you not
see that I am not afraid of you?...
Do you see?
Dunbar stares expressionlessly into the Sioux's eyes. He
doesn't blink.
Wind In His Hair suddenly turns his pony and whips after his
comrades. A big smile breaks out across his face.
Dunbar stares after the disappearing horse and rider. He
feels the weight of the gun and lets it drop to the ground.
For two or three steps he staggers toward the quarters, but
his legs give way and he falls face first in a dead faint.
EXT. PRAIRIE - DAY
Wind In His Hair is riding hard and happy. He really fixed
that white god. But as he clears the brow of a rise, a
riderless horse blows past him, running in the opposite
direction.
