to say goodbye after six years, so we should use words correctly and indisputable right as the characters are pronounced the end, recite from the inside to draw whenever matches more than adequate paralyzing. The end, my only, is a continuous movement of music and images fast, with a mention where and when one is only now, after landing a sprawling, well-defined and made clear to all contacts subcoscienziali moving. A concert, a time when all at once can remember, let go of the past and move beyond the awareness of their own fate, a task not easy for it to be understood as not a continuation of the lightest. But this, Moreover, it is the paste are made of certain characters, unreachable in terms of sintomaticità, have long supported, and always with the hard work of acting in a sense, no matter if decided by others (id) entity , since in any case moved by the spirit commendable. The meeting is among the most beautiful moment, because, full of meaning, takes the form of a Mass, a memorial to what, deep in six periods, these survivors have been able to give in patterns of overall talent, love and fantasy, mythical a world that for who knows how to find agognerò. Incredible credit for creating a great time to be marked internally as to cause discomfort to the end of each episode for a life that is overflowing with mediocrity. This is enough to acknowledge in words the gratitude now full and complete? Probably not, but I can not express myself otherwise; ineffable is the result, the mixture of feelings and emotion that flows in those tears of farewell. At the end, ending the adventure in the most perfect way, because everything dies real, and thankfully the end is the beginning of a memory everlasting.
Music by: Michael Giacchino
Photo by: Igor Moretto
