Deep love, piercing dreams... 

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I believe the thing I definitely must tell you is that Iʼm a dreamer. I breathe poetry, and the symphony of deep eyes is what gives me inspiration to try and break new grounds. I try to be an open book, and live like that effortlessly. If this world is a library, a titanic living repository of souls, I wish I could discover other rare, spontaneous, delightful friends in the infinite shelves that might though separate us.

Should I ask where my roots would lie? Or maybe where is my spirit willing to go in this eternal search for epiphanies... or our holy grail?

What lies in the silence of the truth?

All my time is devoted to the mysticism of dreams and fantasies, as you can see from my statements. Iʼm simply put a lonely classic soul...

The main reason why I joined here is that Iʼm planning to move to the Old Continent soon, maybe in one or two years. Destinies of my dreams would be Italy, Iʼd say Sicily and her sunny, warm enchantments... or Hungary, just because I feel my soul relates to the saturnian appeals I see in Magyar films and culture... there they are — masters of the bitter lurking apocalypse tales and survivors of the 20th century purgatory... people always intense, colorful, very alive!

Gyertek, magyar barátaim! 🍒

But everything is possible, the wheel of fortune is always spinning; whatever happen to me, Iʼd be glad if I could get to know special people, for I hold in high esteem true connections, easily peered and seeded, built-up on meaningful, multilayered conversations.

Art will always be a good kick-start for us, I revel in it!

Like an eternal outsider, Iʼm but a poet dreaming of the kingdom of the angels... just looking forward to fulfil my baroque sky with friendly stars. I canʼt help but seek some truth within the art, boheme... and love!

So letʼs dream together?

Bring me charms, impressions...
       improbable dreams, fever fantasies...
                inspiration, mine and yours, under the moonlight...
                            your lovely smile, nothing less!

You are always welcome, thereʼs no way to say no.  🌻

But look: if you will disappear at some point of our exchange, please let me in peace.

Piuttosto gli italiani, soprattutto quelli de voi che non hanno paura di lunghi messaggi, di lunghi scambi.

Vorrei imparare il mio livello orale, quindi fare chiamate vocali una volta o altra sarebbe una buona idea. Ma ci mettiamo dʼaccordo più tardi, lʼinteresse reciproco dice già molto!

Troveremo il nostro tempo!

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More into a spiritual kind of cinema... or pure and sublime art-house filmmaking if you will.

A cinephile with an european formation regard: that explains, maybe not with the best words, what shaped me in all these years. Italian tradition is my favourite mainstream one, the river I always return to... ecco lʼamore, la sensualità, la gioia di vivere, il vero melodramma! But recently, the charm and poignancy of magyar film culture has been carving a special spot in my heart too!

If you feel all these waters of poetry flowing through your fingers, you can reach farther... there are, as eternal feathers floating in time, poets all over the world, just ready to be loved and befriended... feathers from forbidden birds...

Here are a few authors whom I, enchanté, have already travelled with:

Truffaut, Fellini, Almodóvar
Allen, Babenco, Cassavetes
Fassbinder, Lynch, P. T. Anderson
Buñuel, Borowczyk, Bertolucci
Puiu, Kusturica, Pontecorvo
Chabrol, Tarantino, Park Chan-wook
Balabanov, Tarr, Polański
Trần Anh Hùng, Malick, Wong Kar Wai
Schroeter, Pasolini, Paradžanov
Olmi, Kiarostami, Wenders
Herzog, Kurosawa, Sorrentino
Angelopoulos, Antonioni, Bergman
Ruiz, Resnais, Kieślowski
Visconti, Mészáros, Tarkovsky

Can you guess now at least one of my favourite movies?

In the matters of reading, Iʼm a bit lazy... nonetheless Iʼm planning to devour all the Russian demons next year.

Devour and be devoured, of course.

Besides that, the Greeks live in my heart. I simply love the spirit of the tragedies. Weʼre all debtors of theirs, our occidental art traditions are surely born from a Greek womb.

Love too all spiritual and, at the same time, profound and delicate human creations... like both the lusofone Mia Coutoʼs “A Confissão da Leoa” and Caeiroʼs “O Guardador de Rebanhos”.

I love the classics, always the classics...

« Yo no creo en las brujas, pero que las hay, las hay! »  🤡

Miguel de Cervantes


« Sometimes everything seems just like a dream... itʼs not my dream, itʼs somebody elseʼs... but I have to live in it. How do you think someone who dreams about us would feel when he wakes up? Feeling ashamed? »

Eva Rosenberg (Liv Ullmannʼs character in Skammen)