Mi sono sparata "L'uomo con la macchina da presa" di Dziga Vertov e "The cameraman" di Buster Keaton.
Ora penso fuori sincro.

Buona notte.
Because The Night.

Take me now, baby, here as I am/Hold me close, try and understand/Desire is hunger is the fire/ I breatheLove is a banquet on which we feed/Come on now, try and understand/The way I feel under your command/Take my hand, come under cover/They can't hurt you now/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to lust/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to us/Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone/Love is a ring on the telephone/Love is an angel, disguised as lust/Here in our bed 'til the morning comes/Come on now, try and understand/The way I feel under your command/Take my hand, come under cover/They can't hurt you now/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to lust/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to us/With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, andburns/Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning/I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now,take me now/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to lust/Because the night belongs to lovers/Because the night belongs to us.

Oggi mi sono svegliata cosí:

"El drama cinematográfico es el opio del pueblo. ¡Abajo las fábulas burguesas y viva la vida tal y como es!".

Dziga Vertov

p.s. domani torno in Italia. Voglia zero.