Yesterday, i wached a movie ‘IL POSTINO’. this movie made from Italy. Italy movie is really uique and silent but fantastic. expecially ending creadit was very impressive to me.
And it was at that age… poetry arrived in search of me. i don’t know, i don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. i don’t know how or when. no, they were not voices, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence. but from a street i was summoned from the branches of night abruptly from the others among violent fires or returning alone there i was without a face and it touched me -pablo neruda
After a days, this movie completed, the main actor ‘massimo trocy’ died. It was very dramatic and sadness. god blessing him.