My Night at Maud's

The Beekeeper

ليس أنتِ ما أمسك .. بل روح النشوة

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كلُّ قصيدةٍ هي بدايةُ الشعر

كلُّ حبٍّ هو بدايةُ السماء.

تَجذري فيّ أنا الريح

اجعليني تراباً.

سأعذبكِ كما تُعذب الريحُ الشجَرَ

وتمتصّينني كما يمتصُّ الشجرُالتراب.

وأنتِ الصغيرة

كلُّ ما تريدينه

يُهدى إليكِ الى الأبد.

مربوطاً إليكِ بألم الفرق بيننا

أنتَزعُكِ من نفسكِ

وتنتزعينني،

نتخاطف الى سكرة الجوهريّ

نتجدّد حتى نضيع

نتكرّر حتى نتلاشى

نغيبُ في الجنوح

في الفَقْد السعيد

ونلِجُ العَدَم الورديّ خالصَين من كلّ شائبة

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أنسي الحاج

I need you so much closer

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Jefferson Airplane - Surrealistic Pillow

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Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for
To be living for you is all I want to do
To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true
Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed
Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same
To be anymore than all I am would be a lie
I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry
Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true
Today I realize how much I'm in love with you
With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love
To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enough
Please, please listen to me
It's taken so long to come true
And it's all for you
all for you




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The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same, as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me
One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

You can't stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you want to go away
But I know what it always has been, it always has been

A transparent dream beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time I just let it go by
Now I wish it hadn't begun
I saw you, yes I saw you, comin' back to me

Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I've been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star?
Was it just something that I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

Junebug

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Bu San

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"No one goes to the movies anymore, and no one remembers us anymore"

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Violin Concerto in D major

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Nirvana

Breed



Aneurysm



Territorial Pissings

Der junge Törless

"I had to admit it was possible that man wasn't created good or bad once and for all. We all keep changing ceaselessly. We exist only by virtue of our actions. But if we allow ourselves to change to where we become torturers or sacrificial animals, then anything is possible. Then even the most horrific things become simply possible. Then there's no line between good and evil, and both merge imperceptibly. Then perfectly normal people can do terrible things. The only question then was, "How is this possible?" To observe this, I let these things go unreported. I wanted to know how it was possible. What happens when a person humiliates himself or suddenly turns cruel? I used to think it would mean the end of the world. Now I know differently. What seems so horrific, so incomprehensible from afar, simply happens. Quietly and naturally. Therefore one must be
continually on guard."

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The Thrill is Gone

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Edison kinetoscope films

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Last Tango in Paris

fucking god

النحت في الزمن

الصورة هي انطباع عن الصدق، وميض من الصدق متاح لنا في حالة العمى التي نعيشها، الصورة المجسدة سوف تكون أمينة حين تكون مفاصلها، على نحو واضح وملموس، تعبيراً عن الصدق، وحين يجعلونها فريدة واستثنائية كما هي الحياة نفسها، حتى في تجلياتها الأكثر بساطة


أندريه تاركوفسكي

Sanshô dayû

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Jacques Brel

L'ivrogne

Ikiru

"That's not art. A striptease isn't art. It's too direct. It's more direct than art. That woman's body up there? It's a big juicy steak. It's a glass of gin. It's a hormone extract. Streptomycin. Uranium!"

Nina Hagen

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A Short Film About Killing