The vast life is like a wilderness

Luther 2022-04-23 07:02:32

The girl ignorantly set foot on the road

Clumsy, weak, submissive, not very fond of eating

The heart of a child is the only thing she has

The barbarian with fists and bare arms showed his bestiality unscrupulously in the days he lived with her

She'll still be happy playing the trumpet to meet new people and things and play the clown to keep the kids entertained

Then a "fool" angel walking in the sky came to her and told her that if the stones lying on the road mean nothing then the burning stars hanging in the sky so she went to the police station and waited for this vulgar bastard

Dress it up at the seaside The girl told it I don't want to go home so much now because I found out that where you are is my home It just answered coldly

God once again extended his hand to the girl and wanted the girl to change her own destiny. It was not her fault that she was kind and ignorant. She waved goodbye to the nun with tears in her eyes.

You follow your husband and I follow myself

She stays with the beast without hesitation. Kindness, a rare quality, is vulnerable to brutality.

Rude savage mistakenly kills angel as good as maiden in front of her

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun

The girl's eyes finally lost the light

On a winter day when the sun is falling on her

girl falling asleep

Leaving a dog on the beach that only barks when it wants to talk

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Extended Reading
  • Dashawn 2022-01-03 08:01:20

    I don't know if the man with the lungs of steel at the end of the story is crying at the beach, regretting the lost love or mourning his loneliness. I only know that no one will love you like that except for the silly woman who can't cook or dance and is as ugly as an artichoke. The road is vast, when you are stumbling and wandering in the world, no one will accompany you anymore.

  • Myrtice 2022-03-28 09:01:04

    The words are still in my ears, people are far from the world

La Strada quotes

  • Prostitute: What line of work are you in?

    Zampanò: I'm a traveling artist. This is my sidekick. I taught her everything. When I took her on, she couldn't even quack.

  • Zampanò: Get in.

    Prostitute: Is this piece of junk your car?

    Zampanò: Don't you like it?

    Prostitute: Are you crazy?

    Zampanò: It's American. Hasn't broken down once in seven years.