Maybe. Really. It would take good news for all in dark times like these. A film is a fucking movie. 24 / 7. Without advertising. O range. Neither first nor second. And we're in it, no use trying to deny it, to lift ourselves out. Worse still groped to make the spectator. Pushes you in with all the strength he has, with a schicchera or any discomfort. Both have easy game, everything can now be uncomfortable. Also go to brush their teeth is sometimes problematic, to say the last one happened. Everything has been called into question. Even our dear espessioni idioms. "But it should be to see if Steng 'n square! "... do not miss them remain in the square fare, n'atr'e little.
veer towards laughter is the only way forward. But it is a irony feeling sorry for oneself, resigned. Strong, I'm stronger than I thought. And this gives me the strength to laugh quietly in the face of disaster. It is not cynicism, is not a lack of understanding. Or compassion. Necessity, desire to move forward, to overcome 'obstacle ... whatever it is, whatever the effort. So I call it, if I ask for the name. It is not drought, ruthlessness. The tear escapes, escapes the control than just lower your guard. Just a normal city. One any stage. A minute's silence. Your whistle which decreed the beginning. And those sixty seconds are enough to blow all the despair. I thought it was drowned in its own tears now, and instead just needed to get out. But there was no time to cry, it was not time to cry. It is not.
I wonder and I say but 'I'm damn movie seems like we have to recite it to him or maybe we can play like we want? I reply: "The second you said . We have to. Otherwise we might as well give up, make their appearance. Maybe there is still the place to centurion with the clock. Or a tree in the background.
good thing there is. There is always, you find it. If seek him, if you want to see. New opportunities, small signs of revival. O interruption. Old and new. So many things are over, many things have started. Many are just hanging, waiting for better times, maybe. But some have stayed ...
But I will not talk about this. To the wise, a few words. ***
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