Tomorrow, one more day than forever.

Harvey 2022-03-22 09:02:44

Dawn The last clear morning star foretells the coming of the scorching sun The fog and shadows dare not damage the cloudless sky A breeze blows pleasantly and caresses the face under the sky As if whispering to the dark part of the soul The sweetness of life Tell me, how long will it last tomorrow?

When I saw this passage, I paused and excerpted it sentence by sentence. This passage moved me so much that I wanted to recite it in full.

I watched this movie twice in two nights. When I watched it for the first time last night, I had some worries in my heart that kept me still, so I only watched half of it. I re-watched it today and found something different. From the beginning, this movie is a poem, and the protagonist of the little boy describes the island and the seaside to his partner, let's go play together.

It's also the first movie so far that I don't think I understand. It just feels like a poem, very beautiful. The house by the sea is the eternal home of the protagonist.

The wife once wrote a letter to the protagonist, saying that she wanted to keep that day, like a butterfly specimen, and never fly away.

I don't fully understand the concept "tomorrow is one more day than forever".

Perhaps, forever refers to the precious today?

As written in my wife's letter, I want to keep that day, like a specimen of a butterfly, which will never fly away again.

Perhaps, when a person is getting closer and closer to the end of his life, it will become more and more difficult to say whether tomorrow will come.

Perhaps, it will always be an end, a full stop. But tomorrow is like a poem without punctuation that can go on and on.

How long will it last tomorrow?

The poet endured the pain and walked by the sea. In winter in a Mediterranean climate, the air is humid and cold. This question confuses an old man.

Tomorrow is one more day than forever.

This answer relieved the poet.

But, I don't get it, what is one more day than forever?

Perhaps, the answer to the question can only be found in my own long life.

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Extended Reading
  • Kale 2022-03-19 09:01:08

    Sending apples will rot, sending roses will wilt, sending white grapes will be crushed, and I will send my tears...

  • Gerry 2022-03-22 09:02:44

    [Angelopoulos "Balkan Trilogy", the third] Four and a half stars. It belongs to the relatively easy-to-understand works of Anzhe dimension. Bergman has "Wild Strawberry", Angel has "Eternal and One Day". Wandering poets and wandering children, black reality and white memories, present all kinds of helplessness in life. Meet the tomorrow that will never be seen, meet the tomorrow that will never be known. "—How long will it last tomorrow?—One more day than forever." At first glance, you may think that these An Zhe films have not made much progress in their techniques, but if you look closely, you can find that An Zhe's 360° + panning in the early stage has also been used. Combined with the viewpoint, the environment, and even its original level is perfectly integrated with the text. Favorite scene: ①The music starts again after the music is turned off, and the surreal audience’s subjective known turns into the reality of the objective unknown; ②The people on the fence at the border of the snow are full of people, staring at the hard-to-reach places like "Stork" ; ③It was only when he pulled away that he found the poet in the ruins, the protagonist slowly walked into the dreamlike scene, and finally walked to the ruins of life in person.

Eternity and a Day quotes

  • Alexandre: My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.

  • Alexandre: All passed by so quickly. This suspect pain... my stubbornness to want to learn,to want to know... then the darkness... the silence around me... the silence. All made me believe that before the end of winter with the ethereal silhouettes of the boats,and their sudden breakthroughs in the sky, with the lovers along the promenade,in the declining sun, and the hypocritical promise of the spring, all made me believe that before the end of winter... My only regret, Anna... but is it only one?... is not to have finished anything. I left it all as a draft, shattered words here and there.