Peter Greenaway. “Drowning by Numbers”. 1988
“… It's true that everyone would like to have met
A love so real
A love so real…”
I can feel it, down by the water, diving to the deepest place memories, chasing drowning ghosts in between of thousand miles of sinked corpses. A vivid memento of fading faces, and messy hearts, and foolish minds. Milestone of a special detachment against failed wars of genres. A fatal grief inside, the size of a skyscraper, yearning a new dawn world.
“… It's true that everyone would like to have met
A love so real
A love so real…”
I can feel it, down by the water, diving to the deepest place memories, chasing drowning ghosts in between of thousand miles of sinked corpses. A vivid memento of fading faces, and messy hearts, and foolish minds. Milestone of a special detachment against failed wars of genres. A fatal grief inside, the size of a skyscraper, yearning a new dawn world.
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