Voula shakes her head, I can't see anything.
Orestis smiles. Neither can I. I was just kidding.
Favorite from start to finish is Orestis. Every line of dialogue is like the wisdom of a sage from another time and space. He seems to be telling Voula and Alexandra, and he is muttering to himself with sadness. It is like a lake that is so clear that it is unbearable to stir, but it is so deep that it cannot be seen to the end.
Life is like a play and I play my part. You're on the road, like you don't know where to go. Obviously eager to leave, but calm and calm. If they shouted, where the angels would hear.
Voula's hand that was pulled by him slumped down like that, and Adagio's sad and piercing melody suddenly sounded in the brisk dance music. So under the dim street lights, it was the classic 360-degree lens. She pulled Alexandra away decisively.
My sister's forbearance reminds me of Hilary. The viscous blood gushed out from under Voula's body just like that. Such a cruel scene makes people even can't bear to watch it with pity.
when leaving Greece. Alexandra said happily, I am going to Germany. I am going to Germany. They snuggled into the small corners of each train, reciting the beginning of the letter over and over again, tenderly and hopefully. dear dad. dear dad. On the last train, Voula could finally hold the ticket and look up at the conductor and smile.
I'd rather believe that their boat just disappeared into the mist. No gunshots go off.
Eleni's Adagio tells a beautiful and sad story, accompanied by this fateful journey from beginning to end. She seemed to understand why Griet reluctantly read it three times and copied down the lines line by line. Theodoros Angelopoulos.
In the beginning, there was some chaos. Then there was light. Then light and darkness separate.
Genesis. day one.
Alexandra was groping forward in the fog. There is a tree behind the mist.
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