A story like life: Impossibly long, and yet... So painfully short. The episodes of this detective story had always an engrossing tinge of sadness to them that I couldn't quite put my finger on for the longest time. After merely twenty minutes, I felt as though my heart had been immersed in the stories of these poets for hours. Every time, without fail, this time distortion only grew, and after a while, I began to enjoy it. I put off watching the final episode for almost a year, precisely because a part of me couldn't believe all these hours of serene storytelling could, or rather should, come toan end. It left me feeling both empty, like a church without faith, and incomplete, like a letter left unwritten.

But that didn't make the finale less beautiful. Even without faith, the psalms remain gorgeous verses, and even without dramatic twists and turns, the much more intimate and human tales I had been told made me glad to have heard them. If anything, they made my heart ache for more, but I suppose that's the way life, and specially death always are.

If each life is a book, then one's love is a poem.

I know this review isn't useful, nor did I want it to be. The technical aspects matter little in this tale, yet they were always sufficient. The story was muted and methodical, yet the characters were anything but, and the music seemed more like that they would choose to enjoy, rather than anything meant for us, much like the entire work. But I love it all the same.