This film is like poetry, the lyrics of Sweet & Bitter by Junip, the pace, the rythm of the song, the feeling that is brought to us by the river, the snow we see, the cold we feel. Everything seems unreal and yet completly realistic. We are byt this river, we touch that trout. We feel the cold water, but the happyness of catching a fish on sight with a streamer, playing with the fish actualy, is so strong, that we don’t care if it’s cold. \u00a0We just love it.<\/p>\n
Running up the hill with a new lit love\r\nPass a silver lining and then a white dove\r\nCaught up in first names all colors but blue\r\nMirrors right and left unambiguous clues<\/pre>\nSurrounding everything a thin white smoke\r\nRings of ornaments out of leaves and fine strokes\r\nHelplessly engaged in a game with no end\r\nSweet and bitter taste webs following a trend<\/pre>\nSweet and bitter taste<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\nImmediate and steep lifted crossing roads\r\nRepetition will displace all eventual codes\r\nConverging heavily to a systems offshoot\r\nUnfold into a tree redirected hard root<\/pre>\nSweet and bitter taste<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n