All you need is Murray (Bill Groundhog-Day, Ghostbustin’-ass Murray!) and a camera:
The Private Life of Dom Juan aka Don Johnston sounds almost like don johnson, cu jingle de Miami Vice in spate, asa ca punem accentul pe t.
Ce-a avut si ce-a pierdut de sta melancolic catatonic, cu miinile impreunate pe canapea, in trening si adidasi, gata sa se transforme in statuie…..

Words disappear
Words weren’t so clear
Only echos passing through the night
The lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar now strange
All my skin
Is drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end

I try to see through the disguise
But the clouds were there
Bocking out the sun
The sun

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar now strange
All my skin is drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end

There’s an end even if you’re the last dandy on earth….
Some Bill advice:” Well, the past is gone, I know that. The future isn’t here yet, whatever it’s going to be.So, all there is, is this. The present. That’s it.”

Si de la Schmidt citire, deoarce comparatia e indreptatita: “I know we’re all pretty small in the big scheme of things,and I suppose the most you can hope for is to make some kind of difference, but what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me?
Relatively soon, I will die. Maybe in 20 years, maybe tomorrow, it doesn’t matter. Once I am dead and everyone who knew me
dies too, it will be as though I never existed. What difference has my life made to anyone. None that I can think of. None at all. “

Do Make Say Think
And Want and Walk
On a Two-Lane Blacktop

One for the road
Two for the show
Put on some etiopian music
……..
Despre comentariul scris in rosu nu cred ca e parerea cea mai indreptatita.
Si daca incepem cu the “arthouse trick” conceptualul versus the good old story hai sa nu-l aratam cu degetul pe Jarmusch, ca musca tare, he’s one mad dog!