There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

I bet Cappola saw Aguirre, the wrath of god before making this!

it's a slow soothing wave of existential dread and grey clouds of woe and melancholy that are blessing us from up high so we can continue on living this indefensible ferocity ... without doubt that we're one of the bad ones.

I melt every time the wind hits Monica Vitti’s face.