It's what you can bare.
There it is. No one's going to forgive me.
It was death. I chose life.
To look life in the face.
Always to look life in the face.
And to know it.
For what it is.
At last. To know it. To love it.
For what it is.
And then... To put it away.
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What does it mean to regret, when you have no choice?
Ilustrações / das profundezas / 2 em 1 / Recorrências / TIME / The problem is when we know what the problem is
A gestão do tempo, dos movimentos de câmara, da escolha dos planos e dos silêncios, em ambos estes dois exemplos, é fabulosa. Já para não falar dos diálogos e das situações de vida (interior) e de conflito (de interesses..., desejos, vontades) que representam.
Ai! Como eu compreendo AMBOS.
Just a glance. Nothing more.
And yet... ... ... for one night ... ... ... And yet it was wierd because at the same time ... ... ...
I wrestle alone in the dark. In the deep dark, and only I can know. Only I can understand my own condition.
You live with the threat of my extinction and yet I live with it too.
I wish I could be happy in this quietness.
– Very well. London then.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
e depois...
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