Distance is nothing, while she cries
And in the far away in the ways of silence
Something broken
Something unholdeable
And this is the truth
Yeah
This is . . .
And nothing left . . . you see . . . ?
There is something we named innocence
* * * *
Pictures were understandable. I closed my eyes and something happened, something like a shout, now I can tell you, tell what is the picture of whole life: Ugly and more ugly and more and more.
There is nothing to add to our mind, nothing, because we are dark, our life is dark, our feeling is terrible. How can we manage to continue? I do not know.
You know something? We are something that has the power of creation. Creation of the worst, the most worst, and . . . we are proud, proud of something I told you, something worst than hell . . . something named War.
God damn us, yeah, God, please do that.
We need something like death to believe what is unbelievable: we are lost our heaven.
Never forgot what Ibsen said: The majority of people are dangerous.
Soodaroo
2004-07-20
1:08 AM
After watching the movie: Malena
