I like coincidences.
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So I like pantomime the most, followed by Cohen's.
Regarding the mime actors, I especially like the arrangement of the colors in the title sequence, which is very pure, which complements the figure and is very round.
I have a small conclusion: only by persevering in being a mime can you meet another mime.
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Whistler lets us see London The fog, Van Gogh shows us the burning of cypress. "Ba" may allow us to see the lights on the river surface when we are kissing, the wet slabs when we cry bitterly, and the beauty of blood sticking and scarlet when we are injured. In the ordinary stereotype, where there is time, such occasional minutes, there is a sense of drama on the way. "Ba" tells us that there is no need for ups and downs in those few minutes, no need for princes and princesses, sparrows and phoenixes, who said that there must be an ending at the beginning, and who said that a wonderful episode must have cause and effect? These few minutes, just need, perhaps, a sudden-a sense of presence.
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Live from a dramatic perspective, so To be completely happy and angry to achieve no one is to fall asleep with the illusion of a knight in grief, to believe in beauty, romance, love, chance, and adventure, without fear of hardship, filth, weirdness, absurdity and cups. Tool, with the courage and aura of "going beyond the moment", to look forward to a mysterious corner.
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there're times when life cries out for a change, a transition, like the seasons, our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now, we missed out on autumn, and now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold, everything is freezing over, our love fell asleep, and snow took it by surprise, but if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming. take care.
Sometimes life cries, craving for some change, a kind of change. It's like seasons, we had a brilliant spring, and now, summer is over, we miss autumn, cold, sudden, too cold, and everything freezes. Our love fell into a deep sleep, and the snow was caught off guard, but if you fell asleep in the snow, you would not feel the footsteps of death. Take care of yourself.
i sat down on a bench and ate the sandwich i had brought.it was very tasty.and then something happened,something that is hard to describe.sitting there,alone in a foreign country,far from my job and all the people i knew ,a feeling came over me.as if i recalled something,something that i had never know and for which i had been waiting.but i didn't know what it was.maybe it was something i had forgotten or something i had missed my whole life.i can only tell you that at the same time i felt joy and sadness.but not a great sadness.because i felt alive.yes.alive.I
sat on the cross chair and ate the sandwich I bought. Delicious. Then something happened, something indescribable. Just sitting there, all alone, in an unfamiliar country, away from my work and the people I knew, a feeling enveloped me. It was as if I had remembered something, something unknown, for which I had been waiting. But I don't know what that is. Maybe it's something long forgotten, or something I've missed in my whole life. What I can tell you is that I felt joy and sadness at the same time, but only a touch of sadness. Because I feel there. Yes, live, exist.
And just like that, I felt like I fell in love with Paris, and Paris fell in love with me.
i'm not sure, but i think i've seen you before.you have a mystic look.there's really something special about your look.do you believe in ghosts?i really dig that topic.maybe we knew each other in another time ,another era.it's weird, but when i saw you,i felt the need to talk to you.as if..i don't know..it's very strong..it's weird.i figured that if i didn't talk to you before disappearing,i would be missing out something..important.that's beautiful,isn't it? i didn't want to miss the chance to talk to you,because..it's dumb,but i just didn't want to.do you believe in soulmates? someone who's your other half.
I'm not sure, but I think I've seen you. You look mysterious. There is something very special on your face. Do you believe in souls? I can eat this one. Maybe we met in another time and space, then or then. It's a little weird, but when I saw you, I felt like I had to talk to you. It's like...I don't know...it feels so intense, so weird. I think if I don't talk to you before the ashes, I'll miss something...important. It's a beautiful feeling, isn't it? I don't want to miss the chance to talk to you because...it's stupid, but I just don't want to miss it. Do you believe in soulmates? That person is your other half.
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