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human memory loss there are angels, those crushing, and fragmented, and poignant, and touching, ambiguous and can not stop all of the past, mm the collective memory of all the human destruction they desire mm been an angel, delicate, caressing carefully preserved. mankind will own small hidden deep personal pain, which occasionally leak in the silent historical scrolls scattered colorless . Only the angels, with their noble head, gently, imperceptibly close to, listen you do not even conscious that stretches from the subconscious narrative mm is such, their task is perhaps to this part of our individual broken memory re-integrate in their height in the city when landing with a soft pure eyes An Fushi's mediocre and the vicissitudes of life. Wen De Siqia local holds the rhythm and distance, the first half of the film, in black and white, slow moderate tone yard, you and angels, the guardian of human sentimental: the gaze of angels, human ignorance and false have been tempered by this sentimental, and like looking at a glass of milk with melt into that thick black coffee kinds of milk-white vortex, so that the entire cup of coffee long in showing a moderate soft brown. I do not know whether our life is full of the guardian angels, but Wenders movie, in the Berlin sky, the angel of the world is full of Xu Xu mankind to himself. They listened patiently, listening to the eternal and the fracture of human memory. I can not help but think that in the human ravages of the brutal days of the self, the angels must be exhausted by the.
in the library of every corner, there is an angel off the mark, they sit on the railings hanging feet, tilted his head observations are reading every young man's eyes from time to time to exchange knowing mm eyes I can not find the human in this non-verbal communication complex interpretation, but I almost see them in a daze, they favored, there are human curiosity. heaven eternal impermanence of this world corresponds, however, the loneliness of living in this, the Angels take the time to ridicule the human world on Petals zero and the ephemeral.
who thrill to the old man on crutches, those who linger in the city have been gradually forgotten ruins, as his memory along with his all, were buried in the ruins of these increasingly annihilation mm human memory over the world have been buried in the ruins of many, we are suffering from a century of collective amnesia, cheering with the tracts of the concrete building strong cold buried our past. Perhaps the old man will be eager to walk with the angels, because in Angel's world, space-time is synchronic, not the past, it does not matter in the future, fragments of the last century facile to yesterday's trivia like. However, they never had selective memory, is also be the last century the weight of accumulated stains of human misdeeds overwhelmed, does it spread confusion in the erosion of the century in the loss?
angel's hand gently on the shoulders of that young man with a headset, he is now only hear That comes from his heart the voice of the entangled, and he tired, tired of endless disputes and that the voice of no less than dialogue, he hoped to rid itself of it. angel, as always, hoping for his tolerance, kindness to young people, calm down, he once again leaned his noble head, he tried to hold the shoulders of young people will be devastating to those suffering of innocent human beings themselves mm transition to a close in his time, young people, jumped in and took forever mm shell to give up his young and angel, I think he received the last moment a young heart full of despair, because I clearly see his face, helplessness and guilt. angel of helplessness and self-blame, and that makes the heart more broken, it is common human helplessness and guilt.
start close to the earth angels, anxiety attendant, he looked up at the girl hanging in the air, his heart is the same as hanging a human heart in the air. Angels are not omniscient and omnipotent, they did not shape the secular world, and their touch is nothing, not the object of their affection, agitation in the Nick Cave heavy rhythm of drums and disillusionment, the angel with the girl in the world dancing angels in this illusion of life fall into the status of sensual pleasures in mm for a second taste, he in a strange land and the cold air in the morning to wake up, suddenly the world has color, lying quietly next to him bronze angel armor. he stood up, smiling, sweet breath of air, the bitter taste of coffee together, step into the unknown love.
Wenders our rhythm and with the lens, from the angel and makes a point of human suffering and not leaned proud, when we started to be favored revel in luck this time, we are casual, with the angel a hurry as they fall back to earth. Fortunately, there are many willing to loneliness in this world guard Angel, still silent colorless to come and go in a corner of our side, we have a wave, perhaps to meet their Fabin, or long black coat collar angle mm our happiness and suffering, there is always the angels know. < br>
Is not a dream you?
when the child was a child,
He only saw the apples and bread,
he thought that his greatest joy,
grow up,
less and less happy,
only after working there to be happy in the moment;
when the child is a child,
candy is candy,
is such,
in the walnut tree,
his fist, he is very excited,
he is always waiting;
throw towards a branch of a tree,
like throwing rocket hh