Guy Gilles. “L’Amour à la mer”. 1965
“… I am trying to grieve
But I don't know what to feel
Should I let it go?
Was it the only thing that's real?
Did we lose it all?
Did we lose it all?
Will you still be the one?
Will you still be the one?
When it's dead and gone
When we lose on some
Will you still be the one?
Will you still be…”
“… if we weren’t all so numbed by the sheer inevitability of it all”.
En la penumbra de lo fílmico, abrazado a una silueta náufraga, el perfil impreciso de un otro indiferenciado. You can’t put your arms around a memory, some kind of uncanny ends, a never-ending (bad) dream.
“… I am trying to grieve
But I don't know what to feel
Should I let it go?
Was it the only thing that's real?
Did we lose it all?
Did we lose it all?
Will you still be the one?
Will you still be the one?
When it's dead and gone
When we lose on some
Will you still be the one?
Will you still be…”
“… if we weren’t all so numbed by the sheer inevitability of it all”.
En la penumbra de lo fílmico, abrazado a una silueta náufraga, el perfil impreciso de un otro indiferenciado. You can’t put your arms around a memory, some kind of uncanny ends, a never-ending (bad) dream.
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