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Le Louvre et ses visiteurs by Alécio de Andrade, Paris, 1990
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We went to the movies often. The screen would light up and we would feel a thrill. But Madeleine and I were usually disappointed. The images were dated and jumpy. Marilyn Monroe had aged badly. We felt sad. It wasn’t the movie of our dreams. It wasn’t that total film we carried inside ourselves. That film we would have liked to make. Or, more secretly, no doubt the film we wanted to live.
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