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.:Sunday, August 14, 2005:.

Exit Music (For A Film)

How much does guilt weigh?

How much does love weigh?

How much does revenge weigh?

21 Grams.

Streets that follow like a tedious argument to lead you to an overwhelming question...
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening and prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet, to murder and create
for a hundred indecisions, visions and revisions.
To roll it torwards some overwhelming question and say I am Lazarus, come from the dead.

The concept of eternity, of ever being the same. All fragments, our lives are connected and fragmented in others. Something lyrical, the human way of the emotional order.
No strings attached.
The structure of the story even when is complex is amazinly narrative.

In a way life is just a line of events where we lose things.
Just like we lost childhood, or inocence, faith sometimes.
We lost and keep losing our dream and finally we lose life at the end.

"Now we are one
In everlasting peace"

Life and death are bond together as part of the process when is painful there are some rewards.
"I'm Lo's sordid images of which her soul was constituted"
"I'm Lo's morning consciousness"
"I'm Lo's possessed heart"

Films shouldn't have an ending, because life doesn't end. It's a lesson, a constant lesson, a painful one, but beautiful at the end.

"The earth turned to bring us closer. It turned on itself and in us, until it finally brought us together in this dream"

21 Grams, a masterpiece script-wise.

"cuando ardió la pérdida, reverdecieron sus maizales"

Now Playing: The tourist (Radiohead)- Stupid (Sarah McLachlan)- Stand By Me (John Lennon) Best served with: new destinations.

.:Lo wrote this at: 9:13 AM:.