was born in 1952 and studied in Paris. Worked as a reporter for several years.
In 1991, he became the editor-in-chief of the French "ELLE" magazine.
On December 8, 1995, he suffered a sudden stroke.
On March 9, 1997, two days after the French edition of the book was published, Bobby died.
This movie is so quiet and moving, so little by little it erodes your heart.
Besides my eyes, I have two things that are not paralyzed
. My mind and my memory
are my mind and memory. I can dive away from myself. The only way for the bell The
protagonist said something like this at 32 minutes of the movie It's
not just a voiceover you can hear the words
Mathieu Amalric is probably the most peculiar male protagonist
in the play, there is almost only a sexy voice, a sarcastic tone, a bit of bitterness Can
I imagine anyone, anything, anywhere
you can imagine?
A man uses his mind to imagine mountains, rivers and lakes, to touch and love.
He can only use his brain to imagine all human activities,
but his spirit is so rich.
Through the broken curtains on my window, there is
a sad dawn. That's how the Glorious
Book began. From this bleak dawn to the brilliance.
Yes, it's like Jean-Do's life.
From that 'I want to die' to the finished book
.
My body seems to be contained in a kind of diving gear and
my task now is to write still travel notes
from a wanderer from a lonely coast
This is the first time Jean-Do has used a diving bell to describe himself
a wanderer. A wanderer from a lonely coast.
He's not lonely at all. He doesn't move, but he can wander
. With his thoughts and memories Even if you are disabled, you have to fulfill your commitments and fulfill the last most important thing in your life. Recall your life experience and tell others to cherish the happiness that you can touch right now. As for the quiet element, I think it is because of helplessness. No one is willing to use their eyes. Talking in the true sense of speaking with your eyes My favorite is the lighthouse . Between the white and red stripes, you can feel towering. Solid and reliable . The lighthouse's high above may give Jean-Do a power. Red is movement and white is stillness . It is because of this movement Combination is Jean-Do's favorite, because that's what Jean-Do's life is like. From the beginning of the romance to the stillness , it is precisely because of this kind of movement that the solid and reliable character of Jean-Do is now created. You lost I have a sense of humor . If one starts laughing at himself, it is not brave but helpless Reassuring to find and now I've found even more reassuring
We are all kids
and we all need appreciation
I want to see my child
I want to see my child
From Jean-Do's memories of his father
he finally starts to realize that he is a father too and
his father blames him for not leaving him so early His wife and children
But how can this man who is mixed in women and art
know how to cherish before he loses it
But isn't that the way everyone knows to cherish
until the day he loses
But he is a father, he needs the love of
his children, he needs his children Existence proves he's a father
I'm a father I'm still a father
Father's Day my son wipes the saliva from my closed lips
We've never put a holiday like this on our emotional calendar
before Work women
These are a normal The thing a man puts before his child
How could he remember Father's Day before Jean-Do had a stroke
But after all a man
remembers blood is thicker than water when he realizes he's going to lose his life Remembers his child and remembers him Love
Sunday I'm still afraid of Sunday no words and no
spiritual healing
no physical therapist no visitors
only grassroots staff
Sunday is a long desert It's scary at first, and it's cool once you get used to it
I think Jean - Do , who lived under the brilliance, is the first time I've experienced such a feeling,
so lonely, so lonely kiss me boodbye baby that's all I can say between lovers I guess ambitious and cynical 'cause he doesn't know what it's like to fail before it gets familiar it 's Jean-Do finally sees himself after that History sees my memories , my failures , my everything , my ambitions , my cynicism, how are you doing? This is a stupid question. I miss you. I have an idea. about Us. We are in the same boat. I can't get in or out of this apartment. Do not go up and down stairs. We are all locked down. You're stuck in your body, I'm stuck in my apartment. I cried and cried again and again. How can a father who is so easily moved when he takes family affection ? How can he understand the feeling of being imprisoned and imprisoned just like himself ? I think it's not so bad. Your diving bell dragged me to the bottom, but you were also my butterfly. What a wonderful answer. It really is a declaration of love.
You are my butterfly.
When I'm done with this book, I'll be writing about someone who's been through a lot longer.
This is another declaration of love.
Of course, she's done.
I love you more than ever, I want to see you, but I don't have the courage.
I think about how you used to be, and I hope you'll be healed.
I miss you so much, I know you will understand.
It's a lover's word.
Jean-Do said, I think of you every day,
but how selfish that is.
He never understood that his ex-wife was his wife
when he had nothing.
Although in his eyes, she was only the mother of the child,
she was the one who loved her
. Never been to the atmosphere of his romance
When he needed the most care,
she was by her side
Jean-Do wouldn't understand the sorrow of such a woman
She's also his butterfly Isn't it?
I have to report that I believe in certain triggers It will happen
In my indefatigable progress I find the butterflies have been heard
I can look into the future Soon summer will be over
and here I will begin my first fall
My life is here
an eternal repetition Here
, yes, here Jean-D spent the rest of his life
and he learned that life here has spring, summer, autumn , and winter, and it has
meaning. Like
a sailor, watching the coast fade away from
me, watching my past fade into ashes and drown in
memory . When it gradually fades, it
proves that the memory is almost the same, right?
Then life will be gone too
. The last last
touching visit is on the abandoned wreckage.
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