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miércoles, 6 de mayo de 2009
lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009
FLYING AWAY WITH HER
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Flowers reborn on a sunny wednesday afternoon.
Cherry blossom beauties under the blue sky.
And those roses, carmine red roses.
Deep in my heart they remain.
And, above all, that beloved Silver Screen,
a faithful lover called Cinema.
Reminding me of its old fashioned charm.
The Technicolor, the Vista-Vision,
the old Paramount studio lot.
The non diagestic sound, the violins.
All squeezed into one last image.
A Bird and a Lady.
All of it, now, orchestrating the ballet of my heartbeats.
A last kiss and the red curtains close.
THE END
Roll credits.
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Flowers reborn on a sunny wednesday afternoon.
Cherry blossom beauties under the blue sky.
And those roses, carmine red roses.
Deep in my heart they remain.
And, above all, that beloved Silver Screen,
a faithful lover called Cinema.
Reminding me of its old fashioned charm.
The Technicolor, the Vista-Vision,
the old Paramount studio lot.
The non diagestic sound, the violins.
All squeezed into one last image.
A Bird and a Lady.
All of it, now, orchestrating the ballet of my heartbeats.
A last kiss and the red curtains close.
THE END
Roll credits.
viernes, 1 de mayo de 2009
YELLE A TOUT POUR PLAIRE
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Matin de printemps.
Vent du Sud
Chaleur controlée.
Une mélodie ritmée et ritmique.
C'est "à cause des garçons",
Dit-elle.
Victimes de la Mode.
Victimes de l'Amour.
Victimes de la Dance.
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Click on picture above to see the video
Matin de printemps.
Vent du Sud
Chaleur controlée.
Une mélodie ritmée et ritmique.
C'est "à cause des garçons",
Dit-elle.
Victimes de la Mode.
Victimes de l'Amour.
Victimes de la Dance.
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