Drunk of the film Next Stop Wonderland
yesterday I saw a film I've always loved: drunk with love. An anxiety-inducing film, moving and where I find myself in a lot of things. I too would be able to collect and destroy 3,000 euro pudding for a bath when my sister reveal my secrets to anyone. And most importantly, I would never ask anyone 'because collections puddings?', Cos' I could forgive someone like me to abandon the hospital (after apologies). But most of all I love the fact that there are people who do not have to explain anything. And I love the cock that really are such and then pull back when they know the weapons in the field are too imbalanced (there is love in me and what gives me such strength that you can not even begin to imagine). I love this movie, even love him.
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The sentimentalist in me, though nearly extinct, is always excited to see and review this beautiful little film American. Which speaks of loneliness and love. And, above all, the loneliness of people who know they are destined to someone else / a, which, however, are not. And at some point they start to feel bad. Really bad. And you are in a stretch where we can not and do not want to go back, but even one is able to move forward. You say: I did all I needed. Now I can just turn myself around. As long as your bangs around randomly on the around others and, as if nothing had happened, it all comes back with embarrassing ease and natural. Nice little film (which, however, I will reappear every few years).
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