Tre volti, Jafar Panahi, 2018

Jonny Greenwood

John Coltrane

I see myself moving backwards
In time today
From a place we can’t remain
Close to anymore
My heart is heavy
Because it looks just like my home
Pylons, rapeseed fields
Powdered skies and trees alone
Thousands of white crosses in a cemetery
I freeze the frame from a passing train