Poncho K
cine cine
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I remember well
those "four hundred blows" by Truffaut
and the tracking shot with the little deserter,
Antoine Doinel,
across the beach,
looking for a sea u200bu200bthat seemed more like a wall.
And the happy-end
that the transvestite censorship in voice-over
overcame the author's pessimism,
made us see
that a cruel world
is saved with an off-script homily.
Cinema, cinema, cinema,
more cinema please,
that everything in life is cinema
and dreams,
are cinema.
At last came?
the day so feared beyond? of the sea,
foreseen by the grays of Henri Decae