You Exist Only In What You Do.

Everyone Knows That Time Is Death, That Death Hides In Clocks. Imposing Another Time Powered By The Clock Of The Imagination, However, Can Refuse His Law. Here, Freed Of The Grim Reaper's Scythe, We Learn That Pain Is Knowledge And All Knowledge Pain.

I Even See The Cinema Itself As A Woman, With Its Alternation Of Light And Darkness, Of Appearing And Disappearing Images

No Critic Writing About A Film Could Say More Than The Film Itself, Although They Do Their Best To Make Us Think The Oppposite.

The Beauty Of Life Are Women, No One Loves Them As Much As Me. I Adore Them All, The Ugly, The Beautiful, The Cold, The Sexy And Especially Those That Are From Cinema Material, Shadow And Light.

Talking About Dreams Is Like Talking About Movies, Since The Cinema Uses The Language Of Dreams; Years Can Pass In A Second And You Can Hop From One Place To Another. It's A Language Made Of Image. And In The Real Cinema, Every Object And Every Light Means Something, As In A Dream.