Re: Ciao, ciao cinema

Buenos Aires

No more filmmaking for me.

I decided to bury the dream of ever again making my own films.

What a relief!

I feel free and ready to finally live life for what it is.

As a kid you grow dreams. Like colorful balloons they hover above you. Some get realized, others pop, yet others escape and fly off into the sky. On a string woven out of hope, your dearest ones stay with you, floating above you, they lead you into your future. That’s all wonderful, the problem is that if they float for too long over your head, they start to gather dust, fade, wrinkle.

The wings turn into a yoke. Well, my dreams reached that point quite a while ago, even though I tried to keep up the pretense that they are still cheerfully afloat.

I finally looked up into the sky and saw my miserable batch of grey, shriveled balloons. When I let go of them, they immediately regained their bright colors and drifted multiplying off into a blue sky.

Now I’m free to play, free to start living life in the moment, for what it is and what it isn’t, without the pretense of having to turn everything I experience into some film or another.

This new void is very liberating, but since I have no clue how and where to continue our lives from here onward, also scary as hell...

Any suggestions...?

Wishing you an enchanted second decade of the 21st century.

From the Heart

Tomi


Tomi Streiff

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mmmmmm... All I can say...

Passions don’t burn out
bliss don’t boil away
fuel of life
is for a lifetime

burnt out?
Kill yourself…
or stop using
glamor, hype,
romantic drug
to rush above
everyday reality

FRANK MOORE
Friday, March 19, 1999


In Freedom,
Frank Moore