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 ;)