" Even now, I sometimes doubt I ever lived those days, ever made fast that friendship, ever knew this man whose body has just fallen before my eyes. This body gasped for breath, and I wrote this pages. Those vacant eyes cried out for expression, those lips pleaded for a final whimper, this dream was missing a kind of dreamer ... "
" So as not to die of anguish or of shame, men are eternaly condemned to forget the unpleasent moments of their lifes. And the more unpleasent they are, the faster they are forgotten. "
Onoff - Una Pura Formalità (1994)
Giuseppe Tornatore
