"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't wanna know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared, higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free."
Os condenados de Shawshank - Sull'Aria (As bodas de Fígaro) de Mozart
Neblina - Não há filtro para esta realidade. Espessa, turva, desfocada. É a cortina de sombras A neblina da madrugada A magia da hora.