窗外滲進一絲涼風。
淅瀝的,下起大雨來。為大地稍為剛溫。
遠處的強光打在樹梢上,樹影在窗戶上晃動。
貓兒注視著窗外的光景,也許,她們正在思考著些甚麼。
“Cinema is blood, tears, violence, hate, death, and love. And Sirk has made films with blood, with tears, with violence, hate... Sirk has said: you can't make films about things, you can only make films with things, with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, in fact with all the fantastic things which make life worth living.” (Fassbinder)
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