I began to think about whether to walk to the screen and watch your gaze.
Consider whether to sit down beside you and hold up a heavy head to listen. In
1905, Albania had two brothers, Yannakis and Manakis. They were the first to document life on the Greek peninsula with cinematics. At
that time, Albania, Greece, Romania, Bulgaria, and Yugoslavia belonged to the Ottoman Empire. The
women were weaving. The color was yellow, there was no sound, and white marks jumped. jump to go.
one day, in Thessaloniki, Manakis decided to take a harbor boat was ready to sail. so he and his aides from the shelves at the pier support, facing the blue sea and blue boat.
( The assistant is now old, and his
murky voice is telling you this story. He continues.) When everything is ready, Manakis stands behind the camera and waits quietly. The
ship finally slowly enters the camera. From the right.
Then Manakis fell. He
died.
His waiting, under his feet, had grown roots. The only reason to stand was the news of the arrival of the ship. From the other side of the sea, through the calm water, through time And the viewfinder. The
assistant helped him onto the chair.
Walked to the right along the coast. Walked until you were in front of you and finished telling the story.
So you went back to the place where you had set up the camera a century ago, and wanted to take a look. Manakis of degrees. But this is destined to be a story that travels through time and space. So you have found nothing.
Going on, we saw the ship.
It turned out that it is still in Ah, after the vicissitudes of life, that noble and sad figure!
It seems that he has lost his speed. , It starts a long-lost gaze with you, like a lover's confession.
Finally, it resumed its travel posture and disappeared from sight.
----I heard it say: You are Manakis. Many years later, another person will become you. The
brothers have three unfinished films It is passed down to the world. It
is not to confirm the legend that you have traveled tens of thousands of miles. It
is to pursue the innocence that has passed away. Like those women weaving in the farm. The
color is yellow, there is no sound, and the white marks jump around. Go.
From Albania to Skopje, from Bucharest to Romania, from Belgrade to Sarajevo,
through wars and memories,
through politics and history,
through lost empires and homes, a
long journey like your 11 works of 28 years of directorship
you drove an old lady back to Albania, to meet her long-lost sister, 47 years
her ancient prehistoric standing in the square, we do not believe that the world will be covered with clouds today fall
garden is not, like what happened and move home migratory tribes on earth forever gone
empty seat leaving a silent but refused to see the ruins of a lot of secrets about the opening, that can truly heroic fall of the building but kept silent testimony of a seat for the moment
we Just protect the ruins carefully.
We can dance, in the ruins, naked, hugging our wife or lover and making an abyssal kiss.
This reminds me of
the many times I saw a woman
when she was Pennello. Pe, a female passenger from Albania- when the
faithful lover
was Calypso, the widow of the Serbs
----Smashed a wooden boat with an axe, trapped you on a small island,
when you put on her deceased husband’s clothes , it was Circe, the daughter of the custodian of Sarajevo's case
--
a kind of soul of life that guides you home three places at once
absolutely beautiful
addition to this, I want to talk about pieces of shocking images
you step off the train, went to Constanta
is the face of your mother, so young and
you follow her, despite some misgivings, back home
how A warm reunion. The beautiful ladies are playing the piano, and the siblings are sitting around your feet. The
mother pulls your hand and invites you to dance a cheerful dance.
When the father comes back, the room becomes silent
. Father and mother kissed and
toasted together .
"Happy New Year in 1945!" A
few of the Communist Party's men broke in and
took away father
"Happy New Year 1948!"
Move the bed from upstairs
. Happy New Year 1950!"
Move the piano from the living room
to clean it in and out, compress the
last picture of the New Year’s photo. Let’s
stand in four rows, and only you are still hiding behind the camera
. Mother called you over.
So we saw,
Behind the subjective lens, a little boy walked out. He stood in the middle and turned around.
A shy and immature face. The
camera slowly advances. There is a kind of sadness.
I suddenly realized that the little boy, you are
in a dream, you have returned to your childhood
and Lenin
, who is quietly drifting on the Danube. Speaking of the shore. The
huge head was
separated from the body of the country by the crane holding the head of the great man.
Just when you said to her: "I cry because I can't love you." I'm
leaving.
Lenin was tied up by the big five flowers and lay on the boat. Pale eyes looked to the sky, unable to accept the worship of the masses.
Sitting on Lenin’s shoulders, the
magnificent hands of your lonely meditator became the magnificent background of your night reading.
I wonder how this ship can carry such admiration. The weight of the
last is the murder in the thick fog. The
thinnest thing
in the world is used as the safest protective cover by the people in the war.
They sleep with the sound of cannons and walk
out of the refuge cave
; rehearsal Romeo and Juliet
encounter patrol,
who has the Alibaba cave old man, you stay put behind
the brutal murder occurred in a few steps
you just heard gunshots
think of three volumes film lab
in front of a lover's body
曼德尔施塔Mu said:
"After suffocation
The sound of the earth came from my voice-
this is the last weapon"
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