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Gayle 2022-04-22 07:01:45
Quietly approached on tiptoe, slowly left with bated breath
"Artists can be divided into two categories, those who create their own inner world and those who create reality. I undoubtedly belong to the former..." If there is a director who can be called a poet, it must be Andre Taco fsky. When Bi Gan was at the film school, he spent several days watching...
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Destinee 2022-03-21 09:02:48
The world is in the palm of your hand
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I drove more than half of the Apennine Peninsula, just to find the Virgin Mary (the same as I am asking for my son Guanyin), but he didn't go in.

Delia Boccardo
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Monique 2022-03-17 09:01:06
Freedom should be straightforward and therefore poetic. It's so beautiful. The rhythm is correct and beautiful, but it feels too long. There should be a way to speed up the rhythm but also achieve the same mood... Photography is so beautiful that there is nothing to say. Just write down your understanding, it feels like you'll forget it soon. I think it's about the conflict between primitive desire and civilization. Civilization refers to simple integrity and correctness. Freedom is a kind of desire. Eugena pursues the freedom to sleep with Andre, the imprisoned family pursues the freedom of liberation, and the old people pursue the freedom of immortality. Resist freedom because of correctness. In order to violate desire, Andre does not sleep with Eugena, and Dominic protects his family. Some correctness is just self-righteous, but in the end it comes down to a hidden desire. The spring water is both life, and the candle is the delicate balance between desire and correctness. Dominic couldn't find this balance, he threw himself into the fire, trying to keep searching. Most people do not know the existence of correctness, just as they do not know what freedom is. Andre finally looked for this delicate balance in his dry life, tried his best, and finally returned to the original beauty.
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Janiya 2022-03-27 09:01:15
Slow traverse, as long as a century. The poet said that only the language of poetry cannot be translated. The dull front tone is the main light source in dimly lit places. Symbolic aspects of weakness and strength are like the heart of a poet. The rainwater flows into a river on the glass, the reflection is on the floor, and the water surface reflects the image of the subject, allowing memories, dreams, fantasy and reality to coexist in the picture. The pious loneliness of existential martyrs
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