"This is our Esderban," she told her. Show her photos, show her diaries. The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and the photos and diaries cannot outline the most bleak outline of the fresh life. Although it is not intended, it is the most hurtful. "Last night my mother showed me an old photo of her, and half of the photo was missing. I know, that's half of what I lost." She was already sobbing. She is the half he lost. It's half of what she lost. Esderban, who had left, had become Lola when he returned. Beautiful Lola. Lola in bikini. She left, like Stella. Until her Esderban died. To embark on the same road seventeen years ago, the direction is reversed. Life and drama, sometimes I don't know who is more realistic than who.
Luca, dear Penelope, Redeemer of all fallen. Sometimes I am fascinated by the ambiguous relationship between the director and their queen actress. Is it that the eyes across the camera can penetrate time and space and true and false, and focus on the most beautiful existence? Or only when the real and the fake can't tell the truth from the fake, is the most confusing. Innocent at heart, I thought, this must be Penelope. Certainly will not change. Lusa likes Lola. However, because it is Penelope, she must also be innocent. Then Amo must have the softest place in his heart, available.
In this way, although life is confusing, men are busy becoming women, women are busy acting, the constant desires and struggles inside and outside the play, there is always something worth looking forward to. This is why, on and off the stage, we are still struggling.
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