"I want to dance with you until dawn"

Jensen 2022-04-21 09:02:51

10/ Read it twice in a row. How much Fellini loved this land! Spring dust and bacteria fly, bonfires burn away the winter cold. Memories are teenage sexual desires, masturbation, and false confessions for older plump women; the black smoke that accompanies fascist armies when the fascist army emerges; the Internationale played on the gramophone on the clock tower in the dark; farts and the smell of urine—juvenile Love the attention to childish details. Poetry spreads throughout the city: it transcends the penetration of religion and politics, it celebrates desire, it is a fusion of noise and serenity; it is the buttocks of the graceful and graceful woman—the trinity of motherhood, divinity, and sexuality, Great satire on religion. O fantasy dance in the fog, that's a wonderful fiction. Years later, I will still remember the red-clothed peacock in the snow, the peacock with its screen in the snow, the white cow in the mist and the giant oil tanker sailing through the waves. The beautiful Gratiska will eventually marry, and the boys will grow up; the blizzard and winter will finally leave, and the dusty spring will finally come. The seasons change, and nothing happens here. Everything that happened here, birth, old age, sickness and death, laughter and curses, I will always remember.

Roberta 2022-04-24 07:01:16

7.5; Leisurely Daily King with Anana