{"id":81247,"date":"2020-06-20T17:08:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-20T15:08:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lemouching.com\/old\/2020\/06\/whispers\/"},"modified":"2020-06-20T17:08:09","modified_gmt":"2020-06-20T15:08:09","slug":"whispers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lemouching.com\/en\/2020\/06\/whispers\/","title":{"rendered":"Whispers"},"content":{"rendered":"

The river song is so sweet to our ears it’s like a whipser, as if the trout was sweet talking us, \u00a0catch me, catch me.<\/em><\/h2>\n

How lucky are they to get out and be able to shoot a film when everyone is out, I mean the insects and the fish. What a joy to be by the river and to hear that sweet whisper, a whisper that seems to tell us catch me, catch me if you can<\/em>. That is what our ears hear in the sound of the river. What would I give to be there, by the magic of this river, I want to feel the skin of the fish under my finhgers and see them wiggle back, head down, to the currents. This film is a bomb, a bomb of bliss. Let’s go to Lapland home of trout and mayflies.
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