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Domenico: Where am I when I'm not in reality or in my imagination? Here's my new pact to the world: it must be sunny at night and snowy at August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were to the point where you took the wrong turn. We must go back to the main foundations of life without dirtying the water. What kind of world is this if a madman tells you must be ashamed of yourselves? Music now!
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Andrei Gorchakov: What are you reading?
Eugenia: Arseny Tarkovsky's poems.
Andrei Gorchakov: In Russian?
Eugenia: No, it's a translation. Quite a good one.
Andrei Gorchakov: Throw it away.
Eugenia: Why? The translator's a very good poet.
Andrei Gorchakov: Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole of art.
Eugenia: You may be right that poetry is untranslatable. But music? Music for example...
Delia Boccardo
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