Faces

Si soffocava per la luce ardente.

Indizi terrestri.

Imaginary portrait.

La verità, vi prego, sull'amore.

The way we were.

Faces

Coming down from my siamese dream.

La ragazza con la valigia.

Con un filo d'oro
Lo vorrei a me legare
Poi, come prova d'amore,
Lo vorrei per sempre liberare.
Vivian Lamarque

I put a spell on you - Pic nic at Hanging Rock (1975)

Rapture and the moment: it was S. Valentine's day, in year 1900 - they ran like nymphs, they danced and disappeared into that soft deadly dionisiac embrace, some of them were maybe turned into swans, or into petals, they walked barefoot, dreaming, getting lost forever.
(Here are some fragments I captured from the screen while the movie "Pic-nic at Hanging Rock" by Peter Weir was playing).