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Poem by Paul Caponigro -
Almost night.The sound of the sea on the background, smell of sand, pine trees...that scent of a warm day when it meets the night. On the other side this cloud with a thunder inside: a good reminder of the burning fire that everyone has inside which sooner or later will manifest. -
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“Another thing I was aware of was that nearly all gestures, all of our ways of talking, are mechanical. It’s true. You put your hand like this. Look. There are two pages in Montaigne about the way our hands go where we don’t want them to go. He’s a writer who isn’t really difficult. You can always read a page or two and find something. Theatre consists of well controlled gestures and words. Cinema must be something different—not controlled. It must be the equivalent of life, like any art, but certainly not copied or simulated.” Robert Bresson -
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Nature, reminder of birth and death as part of LIFE -
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