All this time I had the pleasure to excite and even moved me a few times, which in "reality" I do not say it presumptuously exiles but certainly for lack of cause. Well coll'inizio the sixth and last period, which is a final from the first moment, that was not just a systematic way (I, too, despite the hesitation, I could and I prefer) has run into natural triggered by the power of certain images to imprint on sensitivity. The sensitivity and affection, they just seem to be the companions of the latter trip that does not deserve respectful adjectives spoken by those against whom I m'indegno without detracting from the questions that perhaps before too did well. What remains is in fact not so precious to be wasted on the questioning of its value only to clarify whether certain situations: those who understand, who wants to embroider his theories continue to make him feel less admirer of those who remain silent to accept all this magnificence. That said, go to the juice is a joy. The parallels have always preferred the real, open, and proceeds until the end of capturing the most ever given full attention. Lying to observe the scene is not only touching, but it is as if they relate to a public that has become a participant in certain relationships, certain looks that are read and s'indovinano, and the guess is something incredibly true, because the Tremor is true and real, and is accompanied by tears of complicity. The parallel has not yet literally time these looks and these meetings are the same, if we are strengthened. Enough with little notice of the condition and positions to migrate from the sudden and presumed simulation to a new order of relations which is impressive because it's new story, because it is "what would have happened if" , because fate takes its course without the island. If then the whole is accompanied by a new musical theme designed and studied as a synthesis of all the more poignant, the effect of these images at least tripled. The plays, evokes this and all other, crying. Meanwhile, no one is missing and everyone is confirmation that it is latent or expressed poetically rendered in a box like this , so the roles do not appear and are no longer the same, so all you would expect, except that such an indulgence, as if evil and learned what there somehow existed, they leave behind and start over new knowledge, perhaps with the help, because nothing is irreversible. A premise so beautiful will not diminish the confidence to follow his equal, so the countdown resumes with the mania subsided by the time of a backlash still going on.
Music by: Michael Giacchino
Photo by: ABC
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