There is also a main line of wandering and nostalgia, which is similar to the "Nostalgia" I watched yesterday, whether there is more nostalgia in Europe, and other big places, all over the country, language barrier, culture is different. Young children leave home, not only the hometown, but also the homeland.
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The foggy Greek Sanonika
Alexander:
Lately, my only contact with the world
is the stranger across from
him who responded to me with the same song
Who is he? What kind of person?
I was thinking of going to him, but I dismissed the idea that instead of knowing , I
imagined
maybe he was lonely ,
maybe a little girl
, playing with the unknown before school. And then the silence around the darkness , the silence... everything says before light of the sky reflects the misty silhouettes of boats, lovers walking by the water at sunset, the false promise of spring, everything says before the end of winter... my only regret, Anna ... is it unique? That's my project of no success, no progress, no progress , only fragments of words :
In the last century, there was a great poet who was originally from Greece, but grew up in Italy. When the Greeks revolted against the Ottoman Empire, his memory of his hometown began to churn, his childhood on the island, the face of his mother in his hometown, He couldn't sleep, pacing and talking to himself, dreaming every night that the bride's mother, dressed in white gauze, beckoned him.
"I've decided, I'm going back to Greece, and I can't wait any longer. The Greeks have finally revolted, what can poets do? Sing the revolution, mourn the dead, and pray to the lost freedom." (19th-century poet Solomu) S) the
next day he took a boat from Venice and returned to his Greek hometown - Zante. The same face, color, smell, the same home, but he can't speak the language, he wants to celebrate the revolution, but he doesn't speak his native language, so he travels all over the country, the fields, the fishing village, writes down what he hears, and buys what he doesn't understand vocabulary. Word spread: poets are buying vocabulary. From then on, wherever he went, the poor on the island would flock to sell his vocabulary.
Exiled Children:
Oh! Serin
, it's a pity you can't go with us
! Serin
, I'm so scared, oh! The sea of Sellin
is so vast
, where will you go?
Where are we going?
Even if there were dangerous peaks and mountains , policemen and
soldiers,
we never backed down .
Now I face the endless ocean . At night I see my
mother
standing at the door sadly. It
was Christmas Eve
. The vast world ! Serin, talk about this world ! Say it, Serin ! Serin Oh! Serin... ya:
Mom, why? Why do things always go wrong? Why? Why do we have to be rancid, hovering between pain and desire? Why am I wandering all my life? Why do I feel at home when I have the rare opportunity to speak my native language? When I can still retrieve the lost or forgotten words from the silence, will my footsteps echo home again? Mom, why... we don't know how to love?
(kissing his sleeping mother)
A: I want to say goodbye to you. Are you leaving tonight? at midnight?
I thought...
child: You made me think...
you're leaving too, I'll be lonely
A: (bouches down)
You're going to... embark on a journey
, travel all over the port, travel the world
Child: Goodbye (goes to the sea)
A: stay Come down and stay with me
Your boat won't leave in two hours
and I only have tonight, stay with my
child: I'm so scared
Ya: I'm
staying with me
too...
Solomus:
Dawn The Last Bright Morning Star
Trailer The coming of the scorching sun, the
fog, and the shadows do not dare to damage
the cloudless sky.
A breeze blows pleasantly and
caresses the face under the sky,
as if whispering to the depths of the soul
. Life is sweet... Life is sweet
:
tell me! How long will it last tomorrow?
Ya: The stranger on the opposite side will play the same song,
someone must be able to sell me the words
Tomorrow, what is tomorrow?
I asked you: how long will tomorrow last?
You say...
Anna: One more day than ever
Ya: I can't hear
I can't hear, what did you say?
Ann: One more day than ever!
A:
Anna Ann
tonight I'm going to the other side
to bring you back the words again
and you've
been waiting here, for the real, for the real
Kovra
Outcast I 'm late night Kovra
outcast
I 'm late
night
Kovra Kovra Ann: Alexander! Alexander! Alexander!
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