The narrative unfolds slowly, in a slow, old fashion. The red table and chairs that started shortly after the film seemed to herald something, and the phone call had already knocked on my heart, "It's raining here too. Now the sun is out. Spring is here."
The beauty of Valentina is a kind of beauty that is not forced. It makes you feel good without knowing it, that everything is dressed in joy, and that no matter how bad things are, there seems to be hope... Her huge advertisement, Red, full of expansive red, but standing quietly at the intersection of Paris, without any intention of competing. She panicked her, she grieved her, she missed her lover, she looked at him as if she were looking at him, and people who passed by, you go yours.
The traffic lights are changing, but what remains the same is her reserved and lustful eyes and slightly pursed mouth.
Her arrival may have been a blow to the old judge at first. He was afraid of burning his eyes with her beauty and innocence, so he just turned his back, "you go, I don't want anything". "That's simple, just don't breathe", she still approached him and the life he needed to be noticed, cared about, and saved.
They continued to chat in the red-hot theater at the end of the performance. He finally confided in his past, which probably means the beginning of his recovery. She was leaving by boat the next day, following her lover, and she said she could give everything.
Still the expression of no regrets, right, in the freeze frame of the last shot, in the crowd, she was clearly frozen, in pain, and in a panic, but she was still the same as "standing on the street", with no regrets and no regrets .
Between animals and people, between the same sex, between the opposite sex, regardless of separation and suffering, it is still possible to communicate, and communication means commonality and harmony. This may be fraternity. There is innocence, as long as there is pure and true existence.
08/6/26 00:47
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