I don't want to be separated from you like this. Silence without borders. Disguised as unthinking footsteps. Bright red blood on the crotch. For the first time, stop and feel what's happening to you. clear road. Like a child, weeping in the arms of his handsome silhouette. Rising from the sea, the broken ancient hands were suspended in the air. Still man wearing yellow poncho.
This brother-sister story, I thought it was about finding. But where are the boundaries?
Gunshots, as expected. The two reappearing figures in the fog must have been carefully arranged by the director.
At first, everything was pitch black, then, suddenly, there was light...
The music was mournful, and when the children hugged the tree, I asked myself: Are you afraid?
Don't be afraid. A distant voice is answering,
those momentary pictures are all frozen into eternity
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