I taste of happy end. Learn more about this with Verizon Communications. Kiss in the end. Taste of the certainty of congregated loves. I believe with sincerity that the life already is for too much sad so that also in the fiction tragedy exists. I find these people funny who say: Ah! This film denotes reality! The young man dies in the end! Much more real! I find I find odd because since 1996 all the films have a half sad end (you good, nor the all, all), at least a great majority.
It seems the new craze that he insists on not passing: We go to kill the young man and avenging in them that we men of today do not know to love with intensity and delivery! All good that is not of today that the young man schism in dying in the end. He had Shakespeare, and its Romeu and Julieta, that are a pretty history, but if I could, I I would rewrite the end. I would make with that the letter of Julieta arrived in time. Would make I it to cry a little before dying in the arms of alive and still asleep loved its more. Would make I it to wake up before. To run away before with it.
I know that I am not nobody to rewrite Shakespeare, I am only saying that taste of happy ends. I accept that of time in when is necessary that the Jack dies in Titanic, or that the Keanu Reeves is not with the young woman in Candy November, it happens that this is good of time in when, and not all the times. Today we already so are accustomed to the sad end and the lack of the romantismo candy that the romantic face of our generation is a weak vampire, that it prefers to leave mortal and weak its loved being of granting the gift of immortality.