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Too much?

If I'd see that...

But it's not what I see.

- Why do it in front of your mother?

- Do what?

The scene with the velvet waistcoat.

Ah, yes.

Although it's simple.

But I'm afraid

you won't get it.

I worry about

the flowers of innocence, get it?

I don't want them to

be scattered into bad soil.

You didn't even notice the flowers.

Your mother must be proud of you.

Where we at?

Almost there.

Stop the car around here.

So pretty you are, birdie.

So good for you.

What more can I get from fate?

What kind of experience?

Wandering, and the climbing of a peak.

In the end, we only live ourselves.

Times in which luck could stumble on us

are well over.

Nothing can happen to me which would

result in something else than myself.

But it will find its way back to me

the one hiding like a stranger

among rocks and chances

for a long time.

And I know another one:

I stand before the last peak.

It had waited on me for a long time.

The hardest road is before me.

The most lonesome wandering.

Furious is the storm

when gets into a wild wrestle

with the spoiled air.

Terrible is the hurricane

when it turns over everything

standing in it's way.

Cruel is the cyclone

when it's accompaniated

by the pile of rubble.

Unpredictable is

the meteorite's landing!

Scary is the sway of the earthquake!

There are the tools-aids

of the world's creation.

If you walk on water

I'm with you.

And the rivers

won't crash over you.

If you walk in fire

you won't get burned

and flame doesn't scorch you.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid!

I'm with you.

I will bring your seed...

From Sunrise -

and from Sunset...

I will gather you into one.

I say to North:
grant it!

I say to South:
don't hold it back!

So you see that man,

who's utmost wish, his hope

is to return to his homeland.

In his original state he similar

to the insect drawn towards the light.

In a blissful curiosity

he awaits the new summer

new month, new year...

But when his desire is fulfilled

he feels it's too late.

He doesn't suspect

that he waits with impatience

for his very own annihilation.

But to no avail

because it's his quintessence

the very gist

of the elements that form him

held together by

a soul locked in his body.

Wishing back

where he was made redundant.

You must know that

this longing is the seed

the deepest level

of everything.

Nature's helper inside us.

And man is...

the miniature copy of the world.

I have to write a CV,

you could help me.

Pardon?

- I have to write a curriculum vitae.

- Why?

- Whatever. I have to write it.

- Well, write it!

Of course!

But what I can write?

- What could I write about myself?

- Well, your biography.

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