Sexuality. Let's talk about it. Let's talk about the eternal, the soul!
It is there, even though we cannot see it!
Let’s talk and maybe we’ll talk now.
We won't even hurt flies tomorrow!
Let's talk! Let's talk! Let's talk. . .
Can we always have a heart-to-heart conversation with our other half about things... delicate? Very delicate. About your fantasies, desires, appetites. Those who wake up in bed, with sex. Or on the eve of this very intimacy. Depraved? Unthinkable? Not acceptable? But where are the boundaries of normality with perversion? For one, nothing is enough, for another, a shocking revelation. Wow! Wow! Wow! Where'd you get that? What kind of vulgarity, how could it come to mind? Corridor of love? Ah, the very "Corrida of Love" (1976), which Europe nicknamed "Empire of the senses" turned its head? You're not having sex? Did those two Japanese make such a strong impression? Okay, okay, okay. . .
Talk to my heart,
In a voice, calmly, slowly.
Talk to me, talk to me...
Life, to be honest, is still good.
And before the soul departs,
Talk to me, talk to me.
Avoiding nakedness, Kota Yoshida has prepared a poetic cocktail of alternative erotica. Intermingled with humor, it is filled with inexpressible (sometimes ashamed), deeply hidden in us desires. It is worth talking about the piquancy of the topic out loud - shivering and shame pierces the characters. Transferring to dreams (what kind of pictures who draws in the imagination is difficult to say - on the screen it is not visualized) - comes a reverent idyll. We will be rehearsed once, we will be rehearsed by two, three. Triptych united by 'demon temptor' today in a prank. You don't know what I'm talking about yet? In that case, here's another fresco for you, says the author. Got it? Got it? Now, let's fix it.
All through food, all through food. Through eating. Sex really needs to be eaten. How else? And the language of "kitchen" here and excites, and ... awakens. Oh-oh. Ah, how she eats... Oh, how she eats...
Overcome fear! Hunju in yourself! Embodies all that on the subcortex torments and "torments" you! You'll be happy. . .
Let's talk, tea in the cups pour,
Let's put the bread in cherry jam.
Let's talk and maybe we'll understand.
That the day of yesterday was a mess.
The tape is devoid of color. She's ascetic. But that's what's attractive.
6 out of 10