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The stage always seemed eternal, and the applause endless. But there comes a moment when the spotlight warms up in farewell, and glasses are raised not to the future, but to what has already been lived and sung. This fragile ‘last time’ is a mixture of thousands of nights, thousands of dreams and the weary happiness of having finally caught the love we were chasing. A breath - and a bow, the last, the loudest. And then - only silence, in which someone's voice will continue to ring for a long time and a stranger's ‘bravo’ will tremble in the air.

Director GREATWORK