Thứ Sáu, 16 tháng 10, 2009

The soloist

What i remember most about this movie: the shadows of the flying birds in water, on the wings of music. That scene reminds me deeply believe: The beauty of the world always exists, whether or not you see...

And the thing the soloist knocks at my soul: He has the (whole) world on 2 strings!

And I? "I've never loved anything the way he loves music", where's my world?

Day in and day out, me out...?

(Anyway, I can console myself: I got a question ;p)

P/S: Thanks D. - a world of mine ;)

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