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"Manuale d'Amore"
7/10 - a recent Italian movie that is a simple but enjoyable sketch on the several stages of love and relationships. A little clichéd but I laughed out loud a couple of times watching it. What in Portugal is called a tragicomedy. Sad but true portrait of love and its hardships and of the frailty of the human will.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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