Ended too quickly. Like some pages torn from the book, the one, you feel, you are in it. Being lost, undateable, not understood... Black and white. Willingness to have mess and to clean it up, Paris alone, headphones, dance and oh the love to choreography, how the bodies move, how the skin ripples, how the hair follows the movement and how you smile to yourself. And too heavy book.

And movies like that are part of my life! The real mine.