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Shouting and whispering
Jerald 2022-04-23 07:03:41
Different women melt into a blood red after whispering in front of the camera, but the squeezing and impact of every fold under their fat powder extends another dimension of time and space: the past time is recreated and regenerated in the seemingly frozen picture, Like Proust's "involuntary memory". Whether it's Agnes' pathological weakness or the psychological madness of Maria and Karin, only the plump maid Anna seems to be overflowing with the love of the Virgin. She opened the note: "Wednesday, September 3, the clear, still sky, full of autumn air, how gentle and beautiful. My sisters, Karin and Maria, came to see me. We are together again. Now, it's great. Like the old days, I feel so much better, we can even take a walk together, which is great for me, especially since I haven't been out for so long. Suddenly we started laughing and ran to the old swing, which we had only seen when we were children, and we sat on it like three little sisters. Anna pushed the swing slowly and gently, and I All the pain is gone, the people I love most in the world are with me, I can hear them chatting next to me, I can feel their presence, and the warmth of their hands, I want to hold on tight Living this moment, I want to say, 'Come on, this is happiness, there is nothing better to look forward to, and now, I can enjoy this perfect time, enjoy it for a few minutes... I am deeply Thank you so much for my life, which has given me so much.'" In their classically refined bedrooms, with their dame hairdos and long white dresses dragged to the floor, they calmly greet the ailing Agnes. I have everything in order, but I don't know how to place the abyss of desire hidden deep in my heart.
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Kiana 2022-03-19 09:01:07
It is impossible for people to maintain intimacy purely through inner emotions. There is love only when there is blood relationship, contract, property, and sexual intercourse.
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Celestine 2022-03-19 09:01:07
A movie describing indifference reveals a desire for warmth, which is why it has become a tragedy. The slender anxiety like the tip of a needle multiplies densely in the closed red container, isolating each other, and death cannot shake it.
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Karin: Anna. You hear that?
Anna: I hear only the wind and the ticking of the clocks.
Karin: No. It's something else.
Anna: I don't hear anything else.
Karin: I'm freezing. Good night.
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Isak: Agnes, my dear child, listen to what I tell you now. Pray for those of us left behind on this dark and miserable earth beneath a cruel and empty sky. Lay your suffering at God's feet and plead with him to pardon us. Plead with him to free us of our anxiety, our weariness, and our deepest doubts. Plead with him to give meaning to our lives.