Mirror

Acho que esse é um filme que não consigo entender inteiramente hoje, afinal, ele trata muito, de forma poética, a reflexões, imagens e sentimentos do seu passado, das suas relações e de como ele interpretava tudo isso, mas, pela visão de hoje Espero revisitar esse filme pelos próximos anos e quando chegar a minha vez de olhar no espelho, que eu tenha feito tudo do meu jeito, que tenha tratado com amor quem sempre me deu amor, que eu tenha valorizado enquanto pude, que eu tenha arrependimentos, poucos, talvez tão poucos que nem compense falar, mas que seja capaz de olhar pra trás e dar um sorriso a partir de tudo que já vivi e de como algumas coisas nunca mudaram, enquanto, em outras, eu estava completamente errado. It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...> I don’t believe in premonitions,> Nor do I fear omens.> I do not flee from slander,> Nor from venom.> There is no death on earth.> All are immortal. Everything’s immortal.> Don’t be afraid of death at seventeen,> Nor at seventy.> There is only reality and light.> There is no darkness, nor death on this earth.> We have all reached the shore already,> And I am one of those who pull in the nets> When a shoal of immortality comes.> You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush... This is an alder tree. It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.