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'...o günden sonra bu basit kadının iç alemindeki çapraşık hislerin keşfi benim için yeni bir tetkik mevzuu oldu...'
'Faces' (1968)
John Cassavetes
From the silence, from the night
Comes a distant lullaby.
Cry, remember that first cry,
Your brother's standing by,
And lot of loved
Beloved sons of mine.
Sing a lullaby.
Mother is close by.
Innocent days
Such innocent eyes
And he stole your brother's life,
Came home murdered, peace of mind.
Left you nightmares on the pillow.
Sleep now
Soul, surrendering your soul,
The heart in you not whole
For love, but love walked on
Cast into the dawn
Branded with the mark.
Oh, shame of Cain.
From a garden of those light
To a wilderness of night.
Sleep now
sleep now
- Well, you know how I feel about friendship...
- No...How do you feel?
-Definition of 'friendship'...Noun...One who's attached to another because of their personal regard...Companion, a comrade, a chum and someone who doesn't get serious...
- Friends never get serious?
- Never...
staccato...
Once there was a way, to get back homeward.
Once there was a way, to get back home.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.
And I will sing a lullaby.
Golden Slumbers fill your eyes.
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.
And I will sing a lullaby.
Once there was a way, to get back homeward.
Once there was a way, to get back home.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.
And I will sing a lullaby.
-Sen tam bir hainsin! ! !
-If you cut off my head, what would I say... Me and my head, or me and my body? What right has my head to call itself me?
(The Tenant)
'Beau Brummell' (1954)
Curtis Bernhardt
o rus bu çocuğu...