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Christelle 2022-03-13 08:01:01
More spectacle than The Romanesque and Casanova. The first half is an adaptation of the novel, and the second half is estimated to be Fellini who added all his favorite stories. The old poet's last words are too deep, perfect ending. Eat pig head Italian and Cantonese are...
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Katrine 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Ancient Roman style painting, out of chapter absurd Ukiyo-e. Fantastic set and color palette, brothel patrols and animal sacrifices, thwarted hangings by earthquakes, theft of intersex demigods, tauren fights, and sharing of remains. Killing the monster whale is like the end of [Sweet Life], and see the peacock again. | I leave you the poems I leave you the seasons | My sword is dulled | His scepter is on strike | It is better to hang the dead husband than to let the lover die....
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Kyle 2022-03-13 08:01:01
A road film belonging to Fellini, it travels between literature, painting and other arts, a crazy audio-visual feast full of mystery and fantasy, a veritable...
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Eliseo 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Love of art never makes you rich Remove her statue from my mausoleum She spit foam like a frog and everything I touched turned to gold. I used to be a cockroach, but now I'm king. I leave the poems to you, and the four seasons to you. Poets may die, but it doesn't matter, as long as the poems remain a bit like the trilogy of life, probably because of the strong sense of stage Raising the sun is killing her You are like a drowning mouse lying on a cow and the fire is under the witch's skirt....
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Libbie 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Four-and-a-half stars, Fellini's very artistic stage epic homosexual myth. The costumes on the set are perfect, and the story is a wonderful display of the sensuality and grotesqueness of the life of the upper-class slaves in ancient Rome, especially the impotence in the latter part is also an important...
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Hazle 2022-03-13 08:01:01
The Myth of Love: We Love the Living World
Original address: http://www.qh505.com/blog/post/5475.html
The friend Ashdo had grown old and finally fell in the desert; the poet Omope could no longer write poetry, he left a legacy of freedom - while death kept coming, it was new to Nkopi. The beginning: Ashdo died in the desert, and the...
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Jasmin 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Those are the scars that life leaves on life
Encolpio raced excitedly over the wilderness, excited by the urge to regain his life. At this point Ascilto was dying.
"Light" has nothing to do with the naked eye in the mystics' understanding, because true clarity does not submit to the natural truths that manipulate this world, and clarity...
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Eumolpo: Listen, I have a friend here, uh, just between us, whose sceptre isn't working. He was quite proud of it, as you can understand.
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Encolpio: We've got to be happy now. I want to make up for lost time. The flower of youth withers so soon.
