The Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake.
Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. The old houses of
Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. The child’s eyes. The
swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun.
The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing
grass. The color of stones. The pebbles on the stream’s bed. The white
tablecloth outdoors. The dream of the house in the house. The dear one
asleep in the next room. The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. The light
from the room in the garden. The night flight. Riding a bicycle with no
hands. The beautiful stranger. My father. My mother. My wife. My child.
Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders,
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