Brief reference in which a dermatologist brings up the topic of “over indulgent sex” as a possible explanation for Moretti’s skin ailment.
Brief glimpse of partial male frontal nudity during a dermatological examination.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


[Chapter 1. Motorcycle tour.]

The director sat in the car with a camera. In front of the camera is a white helmet riding on a motorcycle that doesn’t stop moving forward. The speed and trend of relative motion between cars and motorcycles. The lens fluctuates with the height of the road, up and down, shaking from time to time. Sometimes the lower half of the motorcyclist’s back is leaked out of the picture. The green trees on both sides are combined to the middle of the road, and the white helmet passes through the long Boulevard and ignites one summer cicada after another in the narrow lanes and rich civilian areas of Rome.

I’d rather believe that the cicada’s chirp is covered up by the background notes swaying and rendering.

He said to himself. For me, I cry for justice. I am a man of forty at the height of the sun.

The favorite thing for a 40 year old at the height of the sun is to look at the house and walk around the block. Under the dense forest plants sheltering the sun, cars from the early 1990s are parked on the path, and few people are walking. He also likes to go inside, ring the resident’s walkie talkie and pretend to step on the spot for the movie. So a 1950s Italian Comedy Musical about a Trotskyist pastry maker came at random. After all, Italy was rich in this at that time.

He passes the White Bridge at least twice a day because he likes it very much. On the motorcycle, he looked at all kinds of terraces, and then fantasized about living there and cleaning the top floor room by himself. His biggest dream has always been to learn to dance well. He stopped to see the dancing crowd. Men and women holding hands. Glow interactive women and women. A woman intoxicated alone. He couldn’t dance, so he ran to the stage to share wheat with the lead singer, and moved about in small steps with the melody of harmonica. Start the motorcycle trip again, surround the uninhabited jungle, take off the driving handle with both hands and swing vigorously on the motorcycle, as if you had a band.

[Kasar palok.

I smelled a smell as I passed the house.

That’s the smell of thick sportswear. And the smell of video. And the watchdog in the garden. Finished pizza in a carton.

Why did they come here thirty years ago.

I also like doing other things. Just look at the house.

How beautiful a movie made up of houses. A film consisting of a panoramic view of the house.

Garbatella。 1927.

Olympic village. 1960.

Tufello。 1960.

Nuove vineyard. 1987.

Monteverde。 1939.]

When looking at these houses, he couldn’t care about the road in front of him.

After watching a terrible horror film, he went out of the cinema, sat on a stool, walked through the fountain, and tried to remember who said good things about the film. He looked up the comment and excerpted it in his diary. The hypothetical commentator should be awake at night because of his conscience.

Passing the sea. Not a soft beach. The clear sea sky line is divided. There are also crooked red sunshades. The jagged black rocks beside the waves looked like a crowd of people hugging and reveling from a distance. There are also country trails. Such a familiar sense of vision, but you have never run for a moment and have it completely. The footprints on the way home are full of spring flowers in the field.

So many of them seemed to be me in an instant.

In the air-conditioned car, I will choose the sunny side to sit. When the gray curtain is completely opened, there will be a whole happy summer around you. The sidewalk is busy fleeing the hot pedestrians, and the framework of new advertising banners on the platform of long-distance stations. They are all at a place where they can touch easily, only separated by the transparent glass windows that are warm in the sun. I’m thinking about the way to be close to those beautiful electric poles. What else is there besides photography.

It seems that our life is a tracking after release. To oneself to others. Others for themselves, for others.

The whole meaning of seeing is to start a search for a far-reaching trace. The road ahead is smooth. Rare human traces seek the hope of inner abundance.

Stop at any time in front of the red light. Have a short conversation with passers-by. Say goodbye to each other and wish you good luck.

[Chapter II. Islands.]

Duras wrote in [l’amour] about shatala, who is no longer loved. The kingdom of sand is more like an island. The object of absolute desire.

If possible, I also want to go to a familiar and quiet island, write a script alone, start some endless dialogue with strangers, or just relax. Deep amber blue sea. The mountains are covered with vegetation. White clean house. Ninghe people, who sat around and talked happily, talked on the phone with good-looking children. The child’s mother will happily tell you that she can’t believe that these years will be meaningless. I don’t believe her children will never remember. This comfortable and intimate period, during which her children needed her.

The ship sailed on the sea. He walked in the grass.

The ship turned to wider waters. So he was accompanied by only the gray mountains in his sight.

The sun shone and rushed up the muddy beach, like a pair of huge wings in the air.

For a place that has never been, it can describe everything. We believe in the end there. We will.

The passionate mayor sang the song of sprouting to see them off at the port. Like a captain waving his arms high on the shore.

Perhaps after any new heaven and earth arrives, it is more like the illusion of being decoded. Have you ever thought that after all the possibilities fall, you will be locked in a nutcracker without a keyhole.

[dear diary. I feel happy only when I leave one island at sea and am about to visit another island.]

Even if they are assimilated by the island and live a comfortable writing time, they always have the desire to tell people. He couldn’t sleep in the dark with light and no shutters. At the same time, his friends on the next bed chattered about the memory of TV. Finally, he shouted [children won’t become dull in front of TV, they dream with their eyes open, just like other times], stepped on the deck that was about to close, fled the island and ran back to the earthly life with elevator, telephone, TV and hot water.

Shakespeare said that the world is the kitchen. From the orderly composition, we can get an extremely inexplicable silence.

In [dog town], as the people’s hearts become more and more decadent, they gradually make the residents tend to assimilate while rebuilding themselves. People have the same roots as the town and depend on life. They can’t or lack. But the lonely island symbolizes everyone close to it. People seek to convert to their own hearts. Get something and leave quietly. There is no responsibility to build the island. Before we arrive, the ecology has taken shape and is not contaminated. Like our original heart, the way home is like the sea.

Even if you can start over. Even if you continue to lose your life. We have no choice but to be ourselves.

[Chapter 3. Doctors.]

Itching is like desire. No amount of drugs can stop it.

If this is a disease that requires our self-control, it may never be cured.

Keep good habits and peace of mind. A cup of water in the morning can quench the loss of boiling night.

Dear diary. What you can tell me is more important than what I have told you.

[Bonus]

Dialogue from the island. Ninghe people and lovely children.

[hello.

Sarah. I’m Lorenzo Daniel’s father. Do you still remember? Please call your father. What does a kitten call? Meow ~ hehe~

What do crickets call?

That’s what crickets call. Haw. Now call your father.

What does a ewe call?

The ewe bleated. The cock crowed.

also?

Sarah, please ask your father to come to the phone… Little donkey eech… You know, I don’t know everything… Chicken chirp

I’m Rosana. Will you put your mother or father on the phone.

I’ll call dad. bye.

Who’s at home. Mom or dad.

Mom and dad are here. But I want to tell you a fable…]

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